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Yeah, I love you so much.
I don't need to resist.
I don't need to exist.
Dripping blue blood from the wrist.
I don't need to resist.
And all the neighbors get pissed when I come home.
I make em nervous. Yeah, I make em nervous.
Crack a window, crack a broken bone.
Crack your knuckles when you're at home.
Lick an ice cream cone. Crack a bone.
All you had to do was ask.
Who is it that wears the mask?
When you give me the task.
Leave me broke and shirtless.
Check your lips at the door woman.
Shake your hips like battleships.
Yeah, all the white girls trip when I sing at Sunday service.
Sing. Sing. Sing.
I only got one face da da da da.
I tried too long to erase.
You know if I left. da da da da.
I wouldn't leave a trace.
If I left you woman, you know, I wouldn't leave a trace.
I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace.
If I left, you'd never see me again.
You'd never see me again.
I wouldn't leave a trace.
You'd never see me again.
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knock on the door
and the door knocks back
the joke never go no further than that
fire goes back inside the match
back down the stack
and we hustle and cuss
lick on the dust
hustle and cuss
lick on the dust
and we hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
must you muscle and fuss?
you muscle and fuss
and lick on the dust
hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
when we were young
a different kind of fun
playing in the mud
it meant something else
now we hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss
and we hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
must we muscle and fuss?
you muscle and fuss
and lick on the dust
hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
you're easy to fool and easy to catch
and i don't know if i want you to
match my bets
and we hustle and cuss
lick on the dust
hustle and cuss
lick on the dust
and we hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
hustle and cuss
hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
must you muscle and fuss?
hustle and cuss
muscle and fuss
muscle and fuss
and lick on the dust
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I'm not the way that you found me
I'm never here or there
One day I'm happy and healthy
Next I ain't doing so well
Let's go walk to the border
Let's go walk along the inch
Let's go when no one can see us
And find the difference between us
You can cry like a baby
Just let me do what I need to
It might be to me or to you
Just let me do what I need to
I'm not the way that you found me
I'm neither here nor there
One day I'm happy and healthy
Next I ain't doing so well
Let's go walk to the border
Let's go walk along the inch
Let's go when no one can see us
And find the difference between us
I'm not the way that you found me
I'm neither here nor there
One day I'm happy and healthy
Next I ain't doing so well
Let's go walk to the border
Let's go walk along the inch
Let's go when no one can see us
And find the difference between us
You can cry like a baby
Just let me do what I need to
It might be to me or to you
Just let me do what I need to
I'm not the way that you found me
I'm neither here nor there
One day I'm happy and healthy
Next I ain't doing so well
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i'm mad
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
20 days
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
100 ways
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
ha ha
you found some dice
ha ha
along the road
ha ha
you show them off
ha ha
along the floor
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
20 days
ha ha
you make me mad
ha ha
a 100 ways
i'm mad
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
you're in my mind
when you're in the room
in my heart
i'm mad on you
you're in my mind
when you're in the room
i'm mad
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
i'm mad
ha ha
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Let's dig a hole in the sand brother,
A little grave we can fill together,
I got myself a problem,
that I've been lookin' to sell,
Some people die just a little
Sometimes you die by the drop
Some people die in the middle
I live just fine on the top
I'm gonna take you for worse or better
I'm gonna make you for worse or better
I'm gonna take you for worse or better
to my little grave
I never said we was equal
I never wished to be saved
If I'm a problem then preacher
Let's dig a little grave
I'm gonna take you for worse or better
I'm gonna make you for worse or better
I'm gonna take you for worse or better
to my little grave
Let's dig a hole in the sand, brother
Starve off the land for worse or better
Get right down to the bottom
If one goes I'll do the other
Some people die just a little
Sometimes you die by the drop
Some people die in the middle
I live just fine on the top
I'm gonna take you for worse or better
I'm gonna make you for worse or better
I'm gonna take you for worse or better
to my little grave
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I can't hear you
You're talking to yourself
And what you're used to
It don't work on no one else
I'm gonna teach you
And keep you for myself
Gonna take you by the hand
And walk you to my house
So I can hear you
I wanna hear you
I can't say so
Naive, be so naive
You're stashing money
There're rubies up your sleeve
I'm gonna teach you
You're never gonna leave
I'm gonna take you by the hand
Gonna walk you to my house
So I can hear you
I wanna hear you
I can't hear you
You're talking to yourself
And what you're used to
It don't work on no one else
I wanna teach you
Keep you for myself
Gonna take you by the hand
I'm gonna walk you to my house
So I can hear you
I wanna hear you
I wanna hear you
I wanna hear you
I wanna hear you
I wanna hear you
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To be afraid is a luxury
So cool your engines for me
I don't want a sweetheart
I want a machine
I love you the most, I do
When you're so close to me
I can smell the gasoline
To be soft is too easy, huh
Don't get soft on me
I don't want a sweetheart, sweetheart
I want a machine
I love you the most, I do
When you're so close to me
I can smell the gasoline
To be afraid is a luxury
So cool your engines for me
I don't want a sweetheart
I want a machine
I love you the most, I do
When you're so close to me
I can smell the gasoline
What you whispered should be screamed
Screamed at the top of your lungs
Any sense you had in the morning
Is gone when the day is done
I love you the most, I do
When you're so close to me
I can smell the gasoline
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I ain't got no horse
I ain't got no horizon
Just the scars on my eyes
I swear I got from crying
Where I was born it don't matter
There ain't no going back
I have no home to take you
I never dream like that
Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself
And I think, what the hell, hell, hell
I don't want you to like me
There's no way that you can
I don't want you to touch me, honey
I am just so mad
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I'm the invisible man
I'm like a broke down engine
No mouth, no hands
No skin on my bones at all
You're looking at me
Like you know what you're talking about
Ain't nothing to see
Wave your hands in the dark woman
You're looking at me
Like you know what you're talking about
Ain't nothing to see
You can't hit me
You can't hit me
I'm the invisible man
I'm like a newspaper
You can't read
You look like you know what you're talking about
Like you know what you're talking about
Like you know what you're talking about
There ain't nothing to see
There ain't nothing to see
You can't hit me
You can't hit me
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I run so far away from you
Don't matter where I've been
Run around the world from you
And here you are again
You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for prettier things
I tried to kill the memory
(????)
You must get a psychic sting (?)
And here you are again
You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for nicer things
I run so far away from you
It don't matter where I've been
I run around the world from you
And here you are again
You're a real jawbreaker
A real crook, obscene
I'd call you a heartbreaker
But I reserve that for nicer things
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Old Mary full of grease
Your heart stops within you
Scary are the fruits of your tomb
And harsh are the terms of your sentence.
Old Mary Sister of mine
Mother to the world
Carry this burden now
Until the moment of your last breath.
Now till the moment of your last breath.
I lost my place.
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