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The clothesline of eyes
Is washing away the face
Now me what's wrong you see everyone's gone
You gotta do your best to this dying day, this dying day

All a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter

And way, way up high
I got a quarter moon mist hanging me
And now, I want that rocking chair outta
'Cause he's no living here, it's no longer needed here

All over a of bitter beans
All a bowl of bitter beans

And I got a corner store and all the more
For me to praise upon the
And now I'll close my eyes really, tight
And you all go away, I'll make you all go all go away
I'll you all go

And I'll the trigger and make it all go away
And I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go