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Beck - I Get Lonesome lyrics
well there ain't nobody left to impress and everyone's kissing their own hands this 666 on the kitchen floor ain't no fire in the pan I get lonesome... so glad to be a slab stiff as a stick on a board I get thoughts and dirty socks piled in the corner I get lonesome... getting fat on your own fear bring that beer over here I stomp on the floor just to make a sound I get lonesome... |
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