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2011 m. rugpjūčio 20 d. 21:41:31
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Legally, it\'s questionable. Morally, disgusting. Personally, I like it.
2011 m. rugpjūčio 20 d. 21:40:06
You've got a lisp
Kid, those things are hard to miss
Like my cripple cough
All your weekends lost by the lake
Well you said I needn't be afraid
Of all those devils on the wall
That make a fella small
When he's feelin' brave
They take his wine away
There were posters on the wall
I swear my mother saw
And I've been up all night
Up all night
And you came well equipped
With a gun on your hip
And some poison on your lips
But when we wake up in our make-up
We'll be clean
And we won't have nowhere to be
Oh, but I can't talk to you
The way I've wanted to
I've been tellin' lies
But I'll tell you the truth
No I can't talk to you
The way I've wanted to
I've been tellin' lies
But I'll tell you the truth
Darlin', I'm tired
And I should be leavin', leavin'
You know I'm tired
And I should be leavin'
Leavin' tonight
Darlin', I'm tired
And I should be leavin', leavin'
You know I'm tired
And I should be leavin'
And you'll hang like the rest
We'll leave a noose on
The attorney's desk
Take to the streets
Chant like an army
And doctor up this disease
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Legally, it\'s questionable. Morally, disgusting. Personally, I like it.