you got the sideways grip i about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
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puttin?
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dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket
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fence
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to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes in on the
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early dawn
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the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister in the sun youe just a
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salt bag spill another salt bag spill cause it a green jean battle from
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the
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burlap i break your ribs and it full contact vagabonds you start a war
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but
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wee the cream of the crop and youe the cream of the corn crash
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collide and
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no good comeback flash in the pan like a burnt short stack but wee
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got the
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butter to let your mud slide youe slippin?on down for the test of time
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so
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i pitching my fork in mr. rourke you get the trap door with sawdust
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splinters pepper in the jar gettin?served that dinner slam you like a
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screen
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door keepin' out the terminal condition you get the oatmeal bath
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youe out of
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commission youe tarred and feathered and covered in lacquer and
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your head
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in a bucket that ringing with laughter
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Salt Bag Spill
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| Citizen King |
