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Cat's eyes |
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Circle the globe on protruding white stalks |
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Dancers with green trays, baskets |
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Snakes slither and probe |
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A bridge of dog size |
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A bench, a chair |
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She's so fine that naked lady of mine |
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Slight turn in repose |
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The lings out on the moan |
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The churbs so small |
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A chorus of fogs step on into streets |
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Of forest greens, lanes |
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We all walk in the straight line |
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Nice and tight |
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We all walk in a straight line |
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Nice and tight |
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Elvis bleeds from the eyes |
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Madonnas light up the skies |
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Kneel before the potato |
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And kiss the forehand of Siva |
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Sunset and Vine |
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Walk in the straight line |
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With my knee on |
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My knee on |
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Walk in the straight line |
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Nice and tight |
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Jesus t-shirts |
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Airport chieftains |
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Blow-dried smiles |
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Nothing is sacred |
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No one is safe |
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Whispers of secrets walk |
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Through these streets where my lady lies |
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Sacredness |
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Walkin with my knee on |
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Knee on |
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Walkin the straight line |
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Nice and Tight |
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Human chases at their Jesse Helms |
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Guiding the gnomes and |
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Their clone children, the king's dominion |
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Here, kitty, kitty |
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Here, kitty, kitty |
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With my knee on |
