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I aint got what i want it's never enough
But i got what i need you dont have to call
I aint got what i want you have it all.
Now aint ya glad to see me and tell me a tale
'bout somebody's deal on a free ride to hell
I see them new clothes rags under your eyes
You been twistin' your mind for a taste of desire.
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There's a taste in my mouth bitter as gold
I cant swallow the blues and keep my eyes closed
Well the cat ate the bird he's grinnin' for sure
Buzzards flyin' low bringin' a cure.
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