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I'mma get drunk and dance like your uncle, until I'm all hands like your uncle, I'm kidding.
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Cosby Sweater
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And it starts with us, seeking an everlasting rush, pharmacutical market drugs, liquor or grass and dust.
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Lights Out
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Roll with me now, hold with me now, all with me cause the tide is rolling out.
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Brainbox
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Helpless, choking on vodka and shellfish, get found by my girl like god you're so selfish.
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Chris Farley
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What's done is done, he'd got the prize and he'd spent his half, of two dollars in change and a pension card.
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Stopping All Stations
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Like Friday Night Footy in my hoodie I can hide right
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The Nosebleed Section
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Standing in line, 15, couldn't wait, couldn't fathom any talent or rhyme
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Still Standing
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(Hush, hear the voice) So addicted to the (Rush to fill the void), missin' everything we (Love to feel joy), build it up then we (Crush, kill, destroy)
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Rattling the Keys to the Kingdom
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Two faced on any different day, flip that coin down a well and Imma wish you away
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Get Well Soon
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And when I'm dead and buried I want you in "Life Be In It" shirts, At my cemetery singing, Hilltop Hoods and we're coming up
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Dumb Enough
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Time moves a little slower here, the paint peels cause the summers here are so severe
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1955
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Day drinking, home schooling, "mummy I think that my math teacher's drunk"
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I'm Good?
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Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known for three minutes And proposing in a day and a half, what we're composing here's state of the art
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Super Official
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Contract owners and licenses, showbiz in lights we're just, Searching for that moment of pricelessness
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I Love It
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And as we walk into the sun can you believe what we have become?
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Fifty in Five
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Too tired for the nonsense, I wish I was unconscious, fly away into a dream...
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Rage Against the Fatigue
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Set me in stone near my legacy to grow then I'll never be alone, It's the music that will ferry me to home
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Into the Abyss
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An ape staring into space, so damn insignificant, Primal on the vinyl, I am cro-magnificent,
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OOFT (Ponda Baba)
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To being out on tour, now, no stopping me, I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography,
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The Hard Road
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Fear's a cancer, logic is a countermeasure, A property that you can't count or measure,
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Speaking in Tongues
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