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Soup The clothesline of cold eyes Is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this dying' day This dying' day All over a bowl of bitter beans And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon misthanging' over me And now, I want that rocking chair outta there Cause he's no longer living here It's no longer needed here All over a bowl of bitter beans And I got a corner store and that's all the more For me to praise upon the holidays And now I'll close my eyes really, really tight And make you all go away, I'll make you all go all go away And I'll pull the trigger and make it all go away And I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go away
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