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Oh Boy, I'm sick Just a redneck hick Be dead or be quick Give me something I can lick. How did we get here Just another year Killing it with beer Living in false fear. Wasting all your time Should be a crime Everyone lies and says they're fine Just give me one more dime. I'm not sure how I'm feeling right now There will never be a 'Wow' When you hail from Slough.
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
A Boy Named Slough
Oh Boy, I'm sick Just a redneck hick Be dead or be quick Give me something I can lick. How did we get here Just another year Killing it with beer Living in false fear. Wasting all your time Should be a crime Everyone lies and says they're fine Just give me one more dime. I'm not sure how I'm feeling right now There will never be a 'Wow' When you hail from Slough.
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
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