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He moves slow at the petrol stop |
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It's Pat the trip dispenser |
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He came with solvent in his hair |
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The trip dispenser |
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Spine-fuhrer of Hoboken |
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It's Pat the trip dispenser |
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Friend of Syndicate of Sound |
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Pigeon toed band |
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McGinty thought he could fool the Fall |
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With his imitation speeds |
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But he had not accounted for the psychic nose |
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He did not know there are no big shots on the rock |
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And even if there were, McGinty would not be among them |
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His head was full of icy calm |
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A clarity of nothing |
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It's Pat the trip dispenser |
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He paid at the generic supermarket |
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With paper |
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With paper |
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It's Pat the trip dispenser |
