Well
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Well
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Well, there ain’t no other other
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Well, there ain’t no other other, Lord
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There ain’t no other other
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Well, there ain’t no other other
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Well, there ain’t no other other
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There ain’t no other other
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Well I better not fuck this up
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Well I better not fuck this up
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Ah, long a way
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Well we better not fuck this up
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Well we better not fuck this up
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Ah, leave it lone
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Well it’s two lines on 'em
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And were pairing 'em down the cost
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Well it’s two lines on 'em
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Well ya better not put up a fuss
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Well, I’m wide awake
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Whoo
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Well you better not fuck this up
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Well you better not fuck this up
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While I’m away
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Well, there ain’t no other other
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Well, there ain’t no other other
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I 'ould bet a fortune
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Where they tugging the bed, the foreground
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Well, there ain’t no other other
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Well, there ain’t no, well there ain’t no
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Have we been here before?
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Where they tugging the bed, the foreground
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Well I’m on my big bean field
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In the palm of your hand
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And the palms are decimation where the glass glaze lay dead
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Well there’s six whole fucking nations
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And who knows where they lay
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Well you won’t baylta patch that
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With a one slap slain sleigh
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When that bread dont even cost no bread
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On my Mast head
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And that bed ain’t even made up and the Swing side caped up
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Well there’s Indians in the graveyard and we built on top them
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Well I wanna comprehend you
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But that’s hard to give way, ah
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Do we really know what happened to the
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Clamped winter pass?
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I would’a bet a coat over highway pass
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For every lil' young ripple slapped on the back
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Well I wanna comprehend you, said no overpass
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The very young thing chad with the sweater back
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Said he ain’t known no love so he just attacks
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But I known a couple lovers, some were quarterbacks
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See can’t you see hon that there’s two a' that
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Now?
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Well, there ain’t no other other (other)
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There ain’t no other other
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Well, there ain’t no other other
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Well, there ain’t no other other
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For by a still water |