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I'm sick I'm sick of all my kicks I'm sick of all the stiffs I'm sick of all the dips I'm bored
I saw my baby She was turning blue Oh, I knew that soon, her Young life was through And so I got down on my knees Down by her bed And these are the words To her I said Everything will be all right,
And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash Everybody always wants to kiss your trash And you can't help him, no one can And now that he knows There's nothing to get Will you still place