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What Deaner Was Talkin' About
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The wash is out, it’s hanging up
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
The sun comes up and I’m all washed out
Is this what deaner was talkin’ about
I don’t think I will ever return again my friend
If I was king I’d wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I’d stay alert and dress to kill
I might even slip you something
The sun comes up and I’m all washed out
Is this what deaner was talkin’ about
I don’t think I will ever return again my friend
The sun comes up and I’m all washed out
Is this what deaner was talkin’ about
I don’t think I will ever return again my friend
I do not think I will ever return again, my friend [2x]
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