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Hitchin' A Ride
Hey mister, where you headed? Are you in a hurry? I need a lift to happy hour Say oh no Do you brake for distilled spirits? I need a break as well The well that inebriates the guilt... 1, 2. 1,2,3,4 !
Cold turkeys getting stale, tonight i'm eating crow Fermented salmonella poison oak no
There's a drought of the fountain of youth, and now i'm dehydrating My tongue is swelling up, as say: 1,2. 1,2,3,4 ! Troubled times, you know i cannot lie I'm off the wagon and i'm hitchin' a ride
There's a drought of the fountain of youth, and now i'm dehydrating My tongue is swelling up, i say; SHIT |
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