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I can't be the one no more, no more
'Cause if you wanted the time of you
'Cause I'm not giving the time for you
Won't-a be there 'cause she's afraid I'm gonna cry
'Cause you've been running 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
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A-sing it for me, say that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wan' make believe you found half an out down there
She's in a real dark town, and they do have plans for you
They're driving down to the doo dat down
Pick, pick it up, pick it up
Yeah feel feel feel yeah baby baby
Baby, love make me care, I really really wanna really wanna
Ooh yeah ooh yeah ooh yeah
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She wanted to be a nun until that fateful day we met
I beat the crucifix in a game of Russian roulette
I burned my Beatles records 'cause she hated number nine
She licked rock cocaine suckers, laughed, said her mom's doing mine
Or am I just getting stoned?
'Cause I can't take it alone
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
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We started limping, caught the handicap shuttle to town
And yelled "God's healed us" as we ran off the bus the driver just frowned
By the way this girl was sexy and she wouldn't touch you
That may not be true but I said it so you'd feel involved with the song
Or am I just getting stoned?
'Cause I can't take it alone
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
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We caught a fey taxi driver, I smiled the ride was free
I felt like Amsterdam, she wanted more drugs and maybe me
I told her dealer I was broke, he hired a cameraman
We did a porno film for coke, I hear I'm big in Japan
Or am I just getting stoned?
'Cause I can't take it alone
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
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We went back to her kitchen, put the coke all in a can
Tied up a T.V minister, in walked her dad
He started drinking coffee--too much sugar on the go
He fell dead on the floor--he thought the coke was Sweet 'n' Low
Or am I just getting stoned?
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Man was she upset but then she stole her dad's wallet and
I drove him to the hospital to sell all of his donatable body parts
And this is when she died, they brought the depressed junkie in
She shot his Cyanide up, I guess she thought it was Errol Flynn
I'm blamed in confusion The police, the police being phoned
It's just that I can't take it alone
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
I hope I didn't just give away the ending
I think I just gave away the ending