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god i just love ya to pieces

wadyathink
is it true no mans lost all alone
like a sand rat dead to the bone
ya look like a smiley when youre chewin ya phone
all of this real estate we all own
ah but i know youll come through

wadyathink
still smokin in bed
still marlboro red
or somethin else for ya head
like maybe jamaican red
ah but i know youll come through

wadyathink
it really cant be all that fair
to live life by the roots of ya hair
ya gotta study hard if ya care
so suck in that clear crisp columbian air
ah but i know youll come through

wadyathink
aint bein’ a mountain top nice
i know ya wanna stay twice
but the hittin bricks are sayin no dice
and your dinners nothin but ice
ah but i know youll come through

wadyathink
comin throughs ya cupatea
what the hell does a person like you see
when ya ridin the ride for free
will ya blow up that damn letter b
ah but i know youll come through

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