The wash is out It's hanging up And all I have Is nothing Nothing to do Nothing to say I think I must be dreaming The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend If I was king I'd wear a ring And never hurt my people I'd stay alert And dress to kill I might even slip you something The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend
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