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She's got a bad thing coming,
I'm not sticking around here no more
She asks me why I'm leaving,
Oh baby don't you ask yourself?
She stays out all night,
Then she asks me where I've been
Well I've been sitting at home all goddamn night,
Oh baby why don't you ask yourself?
She takes all of my money,
She could spend it all in a single night
Then she asks me why I'm broke,
Oh baby don't you ask yourself?
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The room is spinning and the walls they all fall down
Well I take the hand and I look around
The lights are bright and the sounds they are so slow
I hear a voice but from where I just don't know
This is the path, that we choose to take
Well I hope I feel alright at a Quarter to Eight
The room is spinning and I'm feeling mighty dizzy
I try to stand up but my brain's all fizzy
I try to sit back and watch my TV
But man you're just not you and I'm just not me
This is the path, that we choose to take
Well I hope I feel alright at a Quarter to Eight
The room is spinning and it's getting out of hand
I like to be on those beaches in the sand
I try to tell myself that I'll be alright
But all I care about is getting home tonight
This is the path, that we choose to take
Well I hope I feel alright at a Quarter to Eight
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3. |
Bingo Fridays - 109
06:59
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There's a party in 109, everybody get up
Got a call on the phone, my baby wants to go
Down, down, down the hall
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Baby, I'm sinking low
Baby, you got to know
Baby, won't you pass me a vine?
Baby, won't you throw me a line?
Cuz I'm sinking in the quicksand
Baby, I'm up to my knees
Oh baby, I beg you please
Baby, won't you flash your light on me?
Baby, I need your hand to set me free
Cuz I'm sinking in the quicksand
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5. |
A Song
04:31
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None.
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