Who let the hung man out the bag,
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to drink his own blood over the memory of the last time he slept alone,
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easy bitch,
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hold it right there
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this isn't going any further I'm afraid,
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you've out done yourself this time and I'd be quivering in that seat,
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have a good evening,
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I'm sure you will,
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but you can't complain,
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because you've known for too long,
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hey girl get yourself out of those filthy clothes,
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because he's been walking in his sleep,
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so wipe your mouth and take this pill it'll help you in your state,
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he wasn't meant to hear us talking that night on the bridge by the river side,
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things might have changed since last time you saw him,
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have a good evening,
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I'm sure you will,
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but you can't complain,
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because you've known for too long,
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have a good evening,
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I'm sure you will,
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but you can't complain,
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because you've known for too long,
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wipe your mouth and take this pill
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because you've known for too long, you've known for too long
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wipe your mouth and take this pill
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Love By The Riverside
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Deaf Havana |