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Hey manLittle something to think about Are you everything you say, hugh - hugh Little something to worry about baby Are you nothing but a throwaway, hugh Has your clock run down man Are you suckin' up eternity, hugh - hugh Little something to think about Have you had enough Enough of me In the meantime, cut me loose, cut me loose You call it hate I call it fine, hey man In the meantime, win or lose, win or lose You call it sick I call it mine, hey man Mine hey man Little something to make you sick We're a lot alike, hugh - hugh Little something to worry you to death Get into your psych, hugh Can't you see us breakin' bread Sharin' all our misery, hugh - hugh Little something to make you sick You're a lot like me A lot like me In the meantime, cut me loose, cut me loose You call it hate I call it fine hey man In the meantime, win or lose win or lose You call it sick I call it mine, hey man Mine, hey man Little bit o' murder in your house Pocket full of fire Bent on the desire Of it allLittle bit o' murder When did you self appoint, annoint Since when do you wear the crown Little something to think about There's a little bit o' murder in your house When did you justify or sanctify Since when are you the down Little something to think about There's a little bit o' murder in your house When did you self appoint, annoint Since when do you wear the crown Little something to think about There's a little bit o' murder in your house When did you justify or sanctify Since when are you the down Little something to think about There's a little bit o' murder in your house When did you self appoint, annoint Since when do you wear the crown Little something to think about There's a little bit o' murder in your house When did you justify or sanctify Since when are you the down Little something to think about There's a little bit o' murder in your house When did you self appoint, annoint Since when do you wear the crown Little something to think about There's a little bit o' murder in your house When did you justify or sanctify Since when are you the down Little something to think about There's a little bit o' murder in your house Hey manWhen you think about Do you think about me, hugh, hugh Hey manWhen you worry about Do you worry about me, hugh Hey manWhen you're sick Are you sick about me, hugh, hugh Hey manHey man, hey think about In the meantime, cut me loose,cut me loose You call it hate I call it fine, hey man In the meantime, win or lose,, win or lose You call it sick I call it mine, hey man Mine, hey man Little bit o' murder in your house Pocket full of fire Bent on the desire Of it allLittle bit o' murder Little bit o' murder Murder
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