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Yes I'm the boulder to my ear And I still can't Whadya think I was an with my temperature...
If I hear song about angels If I see another on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to and get me some whiskey Gonna go to Babylon and get me some now... If I hear another song about If I see feather on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to and get me some whiskey Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me whiskey now
My name is and I know how you feel I downstairs I hear you taking out your I you loving your girlfriend I hear you yourself too I hear you flushing toliet I hear you turning your off I turn off too The only thing I is you And you don't sound nice and you sound right And you sound good and you don't sound right
My is Lucille and I know how you feel I live I hear you taking out garbage I hear you loving your I you loving yourself too I hear you your thoughts off Oh, I hear you turning thoughts off And it quiet...
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The grave diggers getting stuck in the getting slim, slimmer I hear them say my Regin-ah, regin-ah,
Yes I'm the boulder to my ear And I still hear think I was an amateur Playin' my temperature...
If I hear song about angels If I see another on the dumb-box I'm go to Babylon and get me some whiskey go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now... If I hear song about angels If I see another on the dumb-box I'm gonna go to and get me some whiskey Oh get me some whiskey, get me some whisky, get me whiskey now
My name is Lucille and I how you feel I live I hear you taking out your I hear you loving girlfriend I you loving yourself too I hear you turning thoughts off I hear you your thoughts off And I mine off too The thing I hear is you And you sound nice and you don't sound right And you sound good and you don't sound right
My name is and I know how you feel I downstairs I hear you taking out garbage I hear you loving girlfriend I hear you loving too I hear you your thoughts off I hear you your thoughts off It quiet...
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