Brown paper bag, don't stop me now,
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I'm on a roll.
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Plain brown wrapper in your pocket.
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Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with,
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Woman?
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Now that you got it all...wrong...
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You got it all...Backwards Girl.
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Enter through the exit and exist through the entrance
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When you can.
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Seen you consort with your invisible manhole.
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Fool child, you're never gonna make it.
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New York City just wants to see you naked
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(And they will).
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Though they'd never say so.
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Wise, old, black and dead in the snow:
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My southern sister...
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"Sister, Sister" was the name of the band.
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Flesh and blood, my death close at hand! Sister,
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This is not about me and it's not about you, I swear!
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No hard feelings, nothing personal, soft sculpture rides the air,
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For free...
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Words words words...
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Longings longings longings...
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All in vain...
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Just ask Vanity, abandoned out in the rain
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By the world, another proud American...
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And as proud Americans, we let it slide...away...
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Harmless little Negress,
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You got to say yes
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To another excess...
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Let's go for a ride today...
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In possession of eyes, that's it...
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In possession of eyes, that's it...
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A southern bunkhouse, blue skies up above,
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A kindly figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love,
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These days...
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All that slender-wristed white translucent business
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Passes for love, these days...
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Mushhead genius
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Passes for love, these days...
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Four more years... Four more years...
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Four hundred more years of this shit
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(Fuck it)!
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I look up I see the North Star, I look up I see the North Star
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When I look up at the bar through these tears...
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Four white pillars, Yankee-style...
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All of America loves to lights his pipes...
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All of America live to light his pipe at night...
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To which Dixie responds - "Freeeee...
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Me..."
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And unlashes his sashes...
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Again...
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Maybe or maybe not ("fast forward" she said)...
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Maybe once the seed is sown ("fast forward" she said)...
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"This bird has flown south," she said.
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"Don't talk about the south," she said.
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It's not you, it's nothing personal,
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No hard feelings, nothing's there...
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Soft sculpture rides hard on the air...
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Now that you got it all...wrong...
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You got it all...backwards girl...
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Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance...
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When you can...
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Suicide Demo For Kara Walker
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Destroyer |