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So talk to me and I will tell,

Listen, now, hear me out,

I've got hardly any sleep

And this job is trying to keep

Me on my tired feet,

And I've got a back to watch

'Cause you never gonna know

Whitch way the switch blade turnin,

We're all in a cell together, now,

Lookin for a way out,

Can't you tell?

You've got this to keep,

And I this,

Put them together,

It's a nocturnal bliss,

Take it from the loser,

Suddenly you're a winner,

Rags to ritches,

But them ain't full

Of the truthful stitches,

Dirt cheap costs a hundred bucks,

They break their backs,

And we break our luck,

Come on,

Honey,

Give me some,

That's all we'll ever be,

A nobody or a somebody had,

And open your eyes,

To the cloudless sky;

That's the most important thing,

We bypass as we sing,

The latest trend in this hot family,

We're burnin heads,

Where's the shade,

Cut it loose.

Burnin out,

Cut a fable close,

It's the end,

As they say,

So talk to me,

And I will tell.

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