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Lyrics:
Spin the wheel my kiss of fortune Ah, your solitude's a high pitched whine Let go of the medicine Or you'll be sucking it until you die
And I thought this could be my time But you pulled the rug from under me I've hardened in this ageless shame Of swinging from your coattails
Now I'm back to good old ball and chain
Oh, wonderful Let the water pour How right you were With your entourage of kissing snakes A simple matter of give and take
Oh, and pour your mind out of the vase Wall to wall, winner takes all But I want to see the lightning strike you
Return with this sickness Turn the kick in his head My word is woeful in his rant I imagine you'd like to call it soulful
Return with this sickness Turn the kick in his head My word is woeful in his rant I imagine you'd like to call it soulful
Kick in the doors, you can Suck open sores, you can Build us a rocket The least you can, the worst you can Send us all on our way
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