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[Intro] G [Verse]
GLooks like the monsoons are Gcoming to Cruin the 4th of GJuly. GIt always ends up Gexactly like this every Dyear at exactly this time. I went outsGide, took down the Gflag, reduced it to Crags, and engulfed it in Gfire. Only a Dnation under manipulDation could swallow the Glies.
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I’m out of Gline. I’m out of Gline. I’d better Cget my ass back in the Gline. Only a Dcountry filled with Didiot people could swallow the Glies.
[Insrtumental] G C G D G [Verse]
GLooks like a snowstorm is Gbrewing to Cruin our Christmas Gagain. It Galways ends up Gexactly like this every Dtime that I get off the plane. I hate Greligion, but I don’t blame the Gstories: It’s the Cfolks who believe I Gdespise. Only a Dworld so desperate for meaning could swallow the Glies.
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I’m out of Gline. I’m out of Gline. I’d better Cget my ass back in the Gline. Only a Dfool filled with halDf-baked ideas could swallow theG lies. I’m out of Gline. I’m out of Gline. I’d better Cget my ass back in the Gline. Only a Dfool filled with halDf-baked ideas could swallow theG lies.