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Screaming at the sun and I might have spilled a little moonshine on my head
Didn't have to run, but there was no one left behind 'cept for the dead
I didn't see it comin', but that rummy-stilted crackpot knew my game
Left my head a'hummin', like a ball peen hammer drives a nail to shame
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