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. But if I go to Hell, well then I hope I burn well. I'll spend my days with J. F. K. , Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye and Lawrence. Welk. And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
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heaven,. But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,. I'll spend my days with J. F. K. , Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk,. And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's
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Intro RAYE & MNEK. Gone (What you, what you gon' do?). Verse 1 RAYE. Tonight, if you take a photo, get my good side. Toasting to the future, tell them more lies, nah, nah. If you want some drama
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Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
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Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
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Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King. Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King I'm in love with that woman. I ain't afraid to call her name Lord
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Take a walk down memory lane with me. Past a watermelon stand on the way. Thinking I had everything we'd need on. Martha's Foolish Ginger You were late, how could I forget. What you said the part
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Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
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Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
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Let's go out and be wild. Do it while we can (do, do). Runnin' free in the world. We got all weekend (do, do). Tear it up, tear it down. Gettin' lost in the sound of our hearts beatin'. Take me here,
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. I only see you and I. In a crowded room, you're my decision. Oh, we been blurrin' the lines. In a crowded room, I guess I kissed him, kissed him. Oh, now, baby, hold on, hold on. Pushed you back for
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I don't know 'bout you, 'bout you. 'Bout you, you-you-you-you-you. There's something in his eyes. He's keeping secrets. I don't know 'bout you, 'bout you. 'Bout you, you-you-you-you-you. There's somet
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say the twenties. Are the best years of your life. But I seem to be. Spending mine missing sunsets. 'cause I'm busy on my phone. Observing everyone else. How I compare and obsess. Just me, my phone an
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