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here we go
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leave it on the back burner
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take it to the dry town
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I got the mean time slippin' down
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the slide some uptight right wing,
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political homicide, do what you want,
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take what you will, take it in like a
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southpaw, flip it on the grill
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bourgeoise, protocol
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bottoms up boys this is the last call
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happy hour doesn't last too long
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you know it never does
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so I sit here on a bar stool looking at
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the sky got a buck and a quarter
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and a bucket full or rye
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don't step out of line you'll get time
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in the brig don't yield to the mighty
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you got your own dirt to dig
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my and my flea bag friends we ran
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to have our own feast of Crispan
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Murphy was there with number 22
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they were got caught in the middle
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of a coup, you will
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lose me if I don't lose you
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we haven't chosen
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anyone of you to condemn
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so make your decision and chose you
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side or let us begin
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steeped in knowledge
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I'll step from the board
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double-speak easy
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with my double-edged sword
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you know the deal
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you got to spin the wheel
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I heard the heavens are full of sevens
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but as matter of fact
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you know that cat suicide jack
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he don't play like that
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truth is he don't really play at all
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5/4 Here We Go
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