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Chris Sicard
Get out
Of the road
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You try to give me everything I ask for
And in return, I only think of myself
See the irony is lost on me
But if I got it, it'd be bad for my health
Hellion, rapscallion, you scoundrel
Turned phrases, lemon juice in my eye
But I'm not a saint Maria
I'm just a mother fucker
A bad excuse for living like a lie
Get out of the road
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