What Deaner Was Talkin' About

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 talking 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 talking about?
 I don't think I will ever return again, my friend
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 The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
 Is this what Deaner was talking about?
 I don't think I will ever return again, my friend
 I do not think I will ever return again, my friend
 I do not think I will ever return again, my friend