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SINGER: Beck
SONG:I Get Lonesome
Well there ain't nobody left to impress and everyone's kissing their own hands there's 666 on the kitchen floor there ain't no fire in the pan I get lonesome i get lonesome i get lonesome i get lonesome So glad to be a slab stiff as a stick on a board i get thoughts and dirty socks piled in the corner I get lonesome i get lonesome i get lonesome i get lonesome Getting fat on your own fear bring that beer over here i stomp on the floor just to make a sound i get lonesome
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