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Working hazard
In this boneyard 
 
These raindrops drive me insane
And now for what cause?
These dead ringers aren't too bright
Let's get out now 

Now you

Dead ringer in the ground
String attached to her toe
Right up to the surface
Where it sounds a rusty bell
He's working graveyard shifts
Listening all

the stick is a stinger
A dead ringer for doppelgängers in halls of mirrors 
Holographic Neuromancer, synoninoninonyms
Reassuring answer, pint of rum chat

More cause to the dead ringer
You've going to let it linger
From the ashes of this anthill
You come alive
With rings around your fingers
Throwing

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh

You always wanted to be a singer
People told you, you was a dead ringer
For Marvin Gaye and one of these days
You’d be singing

and dumped
Now we legendary
Left a string in his grave, cause he's a dead ringer
Easy to invoke my anger, I'm a bee stinger
Six shot in the holster, It's

an ocean
The strive to be the best
Art has been undressed

(Can you see it now?)
(Do you see it now?)

Welcome the mist
Precious dead ringer
No one reacts

the guitar like a Hendrix dead ringer
And I've got more vibrato than an opera singer
I don't need a metronome, I'm always in time
And I don't need a tuner

They advertise

First world thinkers
Are just headshrinkers

Let's be free from these beginners
And all those late night dinners
Right wingers and dead

a little tambourine
Right here and when it shakes
I kind of like the music
And all the trembling makes
 
I thought you were my true love
You sure were a dead

end it all
Baby's got a loaded gun, endless death wish
Baby traded all his books for a magazine
He's his fathers son, a dead ringer
Mommy's little boy

I got Fat Lip with it, Salmon Dancin' with a vigour
She said I'ma dead ringer for Bruce Wills but bit slimmer
I just wanna know if she meant that's

wrapped around your finger

But now I see you through your tricks, you're just a dead ringer
Walk away, walk away, I'm done with you
You were never my

singers, they twin pussy niggas like dead ringers
I'm a God fearing man, but I can be the hellbringer
Squeeze the life out a nigga I'm a wringer
I done seen

wonder if I had a kid, would they be a dead ringer
And other days I think about taking my brother's name and being a country singer

I sing John Prine

down underneath
She's a rock and roll singer and a true dead ringer
Boy, somethin' like you ain't never seen
Once you get it
You can't quit it
W.S.

Halloween
Who are you gonna be?
Who are you gonna be?
When every day is Halloween
Grim reaper's
Dead ringer
Face hidden
Stealth weapon
Sharp message
Dull

lala
Lala lala
Lala lala
Hey you
Hey you
Lala lala
Lala lala
Lala lala
Lala lala
Hey you
Hey you
Dead ringers
For other every man
Who still needs

the current idiom
It's front rather than mid-engine'd
And it's conventional rear-wheel driven
This is not a copy of the MR2
It's a dead ringer for the old Lotus

the weight
This a dead ringer
Yeah, fear, fear
Tears in the mirror
Make a song
Make a song
Make it long
Make it long
Am kasu
Yes, I do
We know you want

chop limbs after I body slam y'all

Hand saw, body chopper
Bloody opera singer, Satan's trigger finger
Rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer

Always the Way

James Reyne

James Reyne

1987

comes the day

Be a winner, a dead ringer for the truth
Will the circle be unbroken?
Be a master of your destiny
This is not a joke

Ain't it

I Shall Be Free

Paul James

Acoustic Blues

1989

a humdinger
Folk singer
Dead ringer
For a thing-a-muh jigger

Late one day in the middle of the week,
Eyes were closed I was half asleep.
I chased me

the rap singer looks like Deborah Winger
Dead ringer, web slinger
Dead up in the street fool
On Crenshaw smoking menthols with choo-choo
All you niggas