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I don't want a new woman.
My old betty works just fine for me.
I don't want a handout. I work for all the food I eat. I work until my fingers bleed.
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Ashes in Pompeii
04:10
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Swear to god I'm gonna get it right one day
Where everything is beautiful
Swear to god I'm gonna make right one day
But if I don't and I die before I guess it was meant to be
Like ashes in Pompeii
I can guarantee you know me better than I know myself
I don't pretend to know me good
But when that day comes and you don't know who you wanna be
You can look me up and I'll tell you what you need to do.
I've got some news for you
Most of the time it's not about you
But some times I'm really gonna think of you
But when I do you'll never know
Like ashes in Pompeii
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John Bonham's Vomit
04:18
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Indiana Werewolf
03:41
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Hey!
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Forgotten Dirt Road
05:34
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There are no lyrics, little one.
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I don't need nobody 'cuz nobody want's me.
I don't need nobody 'cuz nobody want's me.
I don't need nobody 'cuz nobody want's me.
I don't need nobody 'cuz nobody want's me.
I don't need. No.
Hey-hey, Ho—Ho, Hey-hey, Ho, Hey-hey, Ho, Hey-hey, Ho—Ho, Hey-hey, Ho, Hey-hey, Ho, Hey-hey, Hohey!
I don't need nobody 'cuz nobody want's me.
I don't need nobody 'cuz nobody want's me.
I don't want nobody 'cuz nobody want's me.
I don't want nobody 'cuz nobody want's me.
I don't need. No
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8. |
Low Down Bastard
11:36
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My girl, she's loving somebody else.
What you say I do I did myself.
Don't listen.
I fell in love with somebody else.
My bail belongs to nobody else.
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I must've lost myself
I seem to do that well
Drop your skin in the summer sun
Rake your eyes clear of what's been done
Move to a place that absolves every body
Find your beauty and dig it on in
There's that ringing again
A simple reminder of how not to win
The walls shaking
and the cracking chairs begin
There's never enough time when you're drinking with your friends.
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Waya Dü Way
05:27
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Ain't none.
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