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Now Old Dan Tuker was a fine old man Washed his face in a fryin' pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died with a toothache in his heal Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Your're to late to get your supper Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're to late to get your supper Now Old Dan Tucker come to town Ridin' a billy goat, leadin' a hound The hound dog barked and billy goat jumped And landed old Tucker on a stump Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Your're to late to get your supper Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're to late to get your supper Now Old Dan Tuckergot drunk and fell In the fire and kicked up holy hell A red-hot coal got in his shoe An oh my Lord the ashes flew Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Your're to late to get your supper Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're to late to get your supper Now Old Dan Tucker come to town Swinging them ladies all round First to the right and then to the left Then to the gal that he loved best Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Your're to late to get your supper Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're to late to get your supper Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker Your're to late to get your supper Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker You're to late to get your supper      
 
     
             
 
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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| Father, can you hear me? How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born,And all the sorrow in the world...Let me take you to the herding ground,Where all good men are trampled down,Just to settle a bet that could not be won,Between a prideful father and his son.Well you guard me now for I cant see,A reason for this suffering and this long misery.What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well, then I do imagine there will beSorrow.Yeah there will beSorrow .And there will beSorrow, no more.When all soldiers lay their weapons down,Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crown,Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves...Its easy to imagine there will beSorrow.Yeah there will beSorrow .And there will beSorrow, no more.There will beSorrow.Yeah there will beSorrow .And there will beSorrow, no more.     
 
 
     
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| Never found out why you left him, but this answer begs that question, Too blind to see tomorrow, too broke to beg or borrow. Young and Stupid, left wide open Hearts are wasted, lives are broken One more point of contention, I need some intervention Approached with vague intentions betray my short attention span The distance, bridge the border Beg forgiveness, round the corner Everytime I look for you the sun goes down And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground I left another message, you are never around But everytime I look for you the sun goes down once more Will the last one out, please shut the door More time apart will give you, a few more months to argue Is this to much to live through, it always seems to far to drive The point home, send more letters Pray tomorrow, ends up better Everytime I look for you the sun goes down And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground I left another message, you are never around But everytime I look for you the sun goes down once more Will the last one out, please shut the door I never did do anything that she asked, I never let what happened, stay in the past I never did quite understand what she meant, In spite of everything, in spite of everything Everytime I look for you the sun goes down And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground I left another message, you are never around But everytime I look for you the sun goes down And I stumble when this whole thing runs aground I left another message, you are never around but everytime I look for you the sun goes downI have a clip of me singing the bridge to that song. Might throw it up at the bottom. 
 
 
 
 
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| You can't kill me, motherfucker You can't kill me, motherfucker You may try, but you will die You can't kill me, motherfucker Go to bed late, then I have to wake Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do But in the time I finished it, it's time for me to talk to you And then explain what I do in my day, well It's complicated and you say, "Pray tell" And now we'll try, if I miss any details Think about it later and send it in an email 'Cause my brain is on a loop, but there's a buzz That I need to troubleshoot, not now Gotta gotta get the work done Last night, some other day is turnin to the first one I, never gonna never gonna I, never gonna never gonna I, ain't gonna ever gonna die Huh, pedal to the medal, gonna get ahead Gonna run another red light in the dead of the night Lettin the light from my cellphone distract my eyes Sexual text message into my mind Fingers are busy, but now I'm lookin in the mirror Cause the people behind me, they're givin me the middle finger I'm kill'em if they pull up any closer to my bumper Short-tempered mother… shut your mouth! Drinkin the coffee, now I'm dumpin it out He's honkin the horn like "You wanna throw down" He thinks, "Oh boy, you wanna go now" I'm ready (I'm ready), for the typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience (di-di-di-difficult isn't it) I'm a just man, with a company van
And a supervisor who just does a summary scan
And a coworker who's always like "Discover me man"
In the morning we all get in the huddle again
Like "Can we even make more money"
I wonder what the luxury is really taken from me
I don't even have to worry (ha-ha-ha-hiiii)
Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
Typically sick, little simple civil obedient people
Are gonna die, because they can't live my life
All eyes on the small guys makin small noise
In a small town with the small music men
They're just fall guys, in the law's eyes
Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not foolin anyone
I'm not a con-artist, your pencil and promises is eroding eraser tips
I'm sick of your colleges, expensive taste tester, "Spit that wine"
Excessive waste, chest, butt; it's that time
For me to get randomly checked again
Bored until you're marked with a blood-red pen
Water bottle sittin in my pocket and I'm walkin with a grin
Cause the liquid isn't permitted, I'm rippin up the ticket
For the lady at the counter as confetti in her face
Shoulda never let me in this place
Fly, fly boy in the brownest state
I feel I'm never gonna be let out the gate, because I'm the bomb
Yea I said it; cool, collected and calm
Maneuver through the computer to do a little song
My music got the charm, smoother than a cougar
Attack the mic and get on the intercom
Hello passengers, fellow activists, whether you're masochists
Mellow pacifists, tell those faxin it, it's no accident
By the end of this record, you're gonna know
Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
Typically sick, little simple civil obedience
Typically sick, little simple civil obedient people
Are you listenin, love? We got a 30 for us
Can you hand me enough, can you hand me my stuff
Bout to move out this scary cemetery you trust
Livin just a little bit of it isn't nearly enough
Livin just a little bit of it isn't nearly justified
Because ah-ah-ah-I, ah-ah-ah-I am
Never gonna never gonna never gonna never gonna die
(Sage Speaking)
I wanna kee- I wanna keep making things an-and death really is
is uh not to be part of my eh-eh-everyday activities
It's not to be in my music anymore, I don't want it there
It'll-it'll sneak its way in and out, but that's that's, we're beyond that
I mean de-de-death only as a concept is what matters and-and
god as a concept is-is-is one of those huge things to me
And to you, I know you, I know youuh much better than you think I do uhh
I hope we meet sometime, I'd love to shake your hand and um maybe get a kiss
uh right there, on my face
And uh I don't know maybe have sex a little bit
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I <3 the blonde haired guy :) 
I also <3 bed 
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