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Oh pride is not a sin,
And that's why i have gone on down to wal-mart
With my checkbook to get you some.
Like waves in which you drown me, shouting
I knoe you must've realized by now
And by the lawnchairs there
Next to the racks of guns
Your self esteem is waiting
Canned up in alluminum
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