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Black Francis Bluefinger Bluefinger I'm a bluefinger from up on the hill Above the dark water that's flowing there still But my blood is Isala and I'd rather swill I came down from the top and I drink every drop I went through the Sassen Gate and I got on the train The pepper-box bell blowing my brains But I made it go quicker with Spanish cocaine And I looked at the cows and I made solemn vows And if my choices are poor Well I made them, I made them And who's knocking on my door? I paid them, I paid them If my choices are poor Well I made them, I made them And who's knocking on my door? I paid them, I paid them I don't need the do not disturb me sign The manager here is a friend of mine So baby, let's go, just one more time I'm a jumping jack to this thing on my back And all of my choices were pure Yeah I made them, I made them And who's that knocking on my door? Well I paid them, yeah I paid them |
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