Lot of knots, lot of snags,
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lot of holes, lot of cracks lot of crags. Lot of naggin' old hags,
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lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags.
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Oh it's such a drag, what a chore... oh your wounds are full of salt.
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Everything's a stress and what's more, well it's all somebody's fault.
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(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! [x3]
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Get over, get over it.
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Makes you sick, makes you ill,
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makes you cheat, slipping change from the till.
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Had it up to the gills... makes you cry while
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the milk still spills. Ain't it just a bitch? What a pain...
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Well it's all a crying shame. What
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left to do but complain? Better find someone to blame.
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(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! [x3]
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Get over, get over it.
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Got a job, got a life, got a four-door and a faithless wife.
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Got those nice copper pipes, got an ex, got a room for the night.
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Aren't you such a catch?
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What a prize! Got a body like a battle
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axe... Love that perfect frown, honest eyes...
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We ought to buy you a Cadillac.
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(Hey!) Get, get, get, get, get over it! [x3]
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Get over, get over it.
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Get Over It
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| OK Go |
