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Ain't nothing the windy city
Where the died
the wild dogs meet the fences
And the horsemen, ride
Where the flatlands flatlands
And the caravans
I'm just sitting the mango
Running a
Took a on a bin-train
50 cars or
They say the heads are just
But it's too risky to
Sittin' on the with Andrea
the line for big red
Everyone looks with a suntan
Easier to get you bed

Daughters of the coast
Sons of beaches, don't deliver the
You know the post is a

Lee Marlin lookin' for a marvin
While we were looking for a at the pub
Hey, and the black man's starvin'
No wonder nobody a job
Helicopter over
Stirring all the blades at night
They're steppin' out in the sultry summer evening
pistols all packed
And badges so bright

Daughters of the coast
Sons of beaches, don't deliver the
You know the is a ghost

Took a on a bin-train
50 cars or
They say the heads are just
But it's too risky to
been giving me a towel down
Standing on a palm shore
If 'n'those girls keep a that thing
I can't for next year
I'm gonna back for more

Daughters of the northern
Sons of beaches, don't the post
You the post is a ghost