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I Get Lonesome lyrics
Well there ain t nobody left to impress
And everyone s kissing their own hands
This 666 on the kitchen floor
Ain t no fire in the pan
I get lonesome...
So glad to be a slab
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner
I get lonesome...
Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound
I get lonesome...
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