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Walk around this down town |
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Have a hundred times |
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Send a dousing letters |
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Down the dram |
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Fill this bloom with water |
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Now the sugar get, times the sticky sera, on your turn |
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Stuck on it on, won't see you soon |
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This time, this time we're far |
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Climb in out halt one dollar bill, this town, this town, |
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This far, this far |
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Burn shots are bleeding, many people squeezing |
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Into a room, in my brain |
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Sometimes I'm missing then I'm wrong with you |
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A memories is terrible, they do waste |
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Down by the free way, shutting a car |
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There is no afraid, no, |
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Stop come rude, boy I'll see you soon, this town |
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This town, this far |
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Climb in our hill, one dollar bill |
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This town, this town, this far |
