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let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue, |
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a smorgasboard |
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let's go hang out in a church |
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we'll go find lurch |
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then we'll haul ass down through the abbey |
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is it money, is it fame |
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what's in a name, shame? |
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is it money, is it fame |
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or were they always this lame? |
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it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town |
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but it's the rattlesnake i fear |
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in another place, in another time |
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i'd be drivin' trucks my dear |
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i'd be skinnin' hunted deer |
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deer |
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let's go hang out in a bar |
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it's not too far |
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we'll take my car |
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we'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white |
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the sinner's saint |
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the rack is full and so are we |
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of laughing gas and ennui |
