| Marky got with Sharon
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| And Sharon got Cherese
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| She was sharing Sharon’s outlook
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| On the topic of disease
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| Mikey had a facial scar
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| And Bobby was a racist
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| They were all in love with dyin'
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| They were doing it in Texas
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| Tommy played piano
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| Like a kid out in the rain
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| Then he lost his leg in Dallas
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| He was dancing with a train
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| They were all in love with dyin'
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| They were drinking from a fountain
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| That was pouring like an avalanche
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| Coming down the mountain
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| I don’t mind the sun sometimes
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| The images it shows
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| I can taste you on my lips
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| And smell you in my clothes
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| Cinnamon and sugary
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| And softly spoken lies
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| You never know just how to look
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| Through other people’s eyes
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| Some will die in hot pursuit
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| And fiery auto crashes
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| Some will die in hot pursuit
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| While sifting through my ashes
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| Some will fall in love with life
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| And drink it from a fountain
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| That is pouring like an avalanche
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| Coming down the mountain
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| I don’t mind the sun sometimes
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| The images it shows
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| I can taste you on my lips
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| And smell you in my clothes
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| Cinnamon and sugary
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| And softly spoken lies
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| You never know just how you look
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| Through other people’s eyes
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| Seye s’elpoep retho hguorht
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| Kool uoy woh tsuj wonk reven uoy
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| Swohs ti segami eht
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| Semitemos nus eht dnim t’nod I
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| Another Mikey took a knife
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| While arguing in traffic
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| Flipper died a natural death
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| He caught a nasty virus
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| Then there was the ever-present
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| Football player rapist
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| They were all in love with dyin'
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| They were doing it in Texas
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| Pauly caught a bullet
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| But it only hit his leg
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| Well it should have been a better shot
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| And got him in the head
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| They were all in love with dyin'
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| They were drinking from a fountain
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| That was pouring like an avalanche
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| Coming down the mountain
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| I don’t mind the sun sometimes
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| The images it shows
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| I can taste you on my lips
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| And smell you in my clothes
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| Cinnamon and sugary
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| And softly spoken lies
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| You never know just how you look
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| Through other people’s eyes |