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an ugly room everybody dances Soul train college policeman Man, it's the age stars and stripes finger to the room baby stay shaking laughing and baking post
is just around the corner In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded That Dr Robert Oppenheimer
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Third World is just around the corner In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded That Dr Robert
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. That's right go ahead, get ahead with your puerile slurred word rigmarole and put it out on the lids it's down congealed both the rest of your post
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the innocent, the story at five Oh darling, faces get strange But only the song survives She said, now don't you remember they put a patch on your eye Like Dread Pirate Roberts
released as a single a-side with "meet on the ledge" (1998) It took two hours to drive out of post-quake l.a. Where the freeway is sliced
I crossed the Mississippi, turned south at San Antone A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm It's all somebody needs to make it through the
a dusty door Shiny photos of food Slightly micro-waved It?s a Methodist hall No smoking No dogs It looks pretty grim In the Methodist hall Despite a poster
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player in the NBA? Mikael: Um, I'll say Kobe Bryant. Reporter: Really? Why? Mikael: Because you never know what you're gonna get [Lil Wayne] Call me Mr. Clutch or Mr. automatic I can post
les melancoliques anonymes au debut j'rapper pas pour en vivre on rappait tous dans un block autour d'un poste pour le delire j'parter en impros j '
(Robert Earl Keen) It's a busted old town On the plains of West Texas The drugstore's closed down The river's run dry The semis roll through Just like
in your phone, on, on, on You already know what it is [Robert:] So get yourself Whatever you wanna do, we can do it and after 2 We sayin [Chorus: Robert
