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Lyrics:
All this dirt is my disease Please, Please Wanted hands but I got knees You drop by to help me out Out, Out Baby, what's all this about?
Your thoughts are better than your words I wanted bees but I got bird There's no room and there's not time So you scratch yours and I'll scratch mine
It’s into winter, but it’s hot I guess I do believe in God But I'll forgive and make it right If it freezes up tonight
So cross your fingers say a prayer You don't believe but I don't care You either win it or you don't It happens now, unless it won't
Cross your fingers, say a prayer You don't believe but I don't care You either win it or you don't It happens now, unless it won't
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