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of lead-free gasoline Said, the bottle is dusty, but my engine is clean He bought a nice blue suit with the money he could find If his bride didn't like it, St. Peter wouldn't mind Chorus Now I lie here so out-of-breath And over-opiated Maybe I couldn't catch up, no but Maybe he could of wanted Well the medicine man started seeing red You think the snake just dreams up the poison in his head Addicted to approval, addicted to the air It was see if you like it or see you up there Now I lie here so out-of-breath Chorus 3:40 Sounds WAV |
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