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She played for the angels
I played for the tribe
The summer had been stolen and the bases were all loaded
There was big my arm a line
Big my all the time yeah
There was big my arm a line
I can`t walk so I guess I`m gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
I was in the kitchen
The year was in the fall
A friend of mine had told me that the work upon my only
No there were no point at all
There was big fire in the hall yeah
There weren`t no points at all
I can`t walk so I guess I`m gonna stay at home
They can have my legs just leave my head alone
And I can`t talk so I guess I got nothin` to say
I`ll keep my eyes just take these tears away
Lock stuck in barrel all the dogs were gone in farrel and the car ran like a broken perculator
His liver had gone hard and he wouldn`t mow the yard
There was big my arm a line
And I heard that his brother was a viking
He liked to settle a problem with a gun
If you want to know the facts you gotta teach him how to act
And I hate cough syrup don`t you
I`d rather be a sailor than a fighter
I`d like to sail a ship into the sun
If you wanna know the truth you gotta dig up Johnny Boon
And I hate cough syrup don`t you
I know that your mother is a farter
I heard she`s got connections with the mob
If you wanna learn the fight you gotta drink up all the light
And I hate cough syrup don`t you
I`d rather be a matchstick than a lighter
I`d like to see your work go up and burn
If you wanna touch the sky you must be prepared to die
And I hate cough syrup don`t you
I hate cough syrup and I hate fruity (mirror?)
And I hate cough syrup it`s screwed
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