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the singer of the bandhas been encasedin a circuit board formedfrom arsenic and old lace.the piano has been droppeda c-note hits the copso he would turn awaywhile we're cleaning up the slop.this is the bishop's fingerthis is the bishop's handonto
Jesus' bodythe people place demands.they're pointing with their pistolswhile we're reaching for the skythe soundtrack of their livesis an eye for an eye...hail hail the talk showcocked after cocktailsi lied and i lied...god save the technothe sequencers don't knowwhen it died, when it died...
Edison put the gun in our handsthe black bear putthe muzzle to its muzzle.the dogwood didn't carebut the maple was troubled.trademark, this is a trademarkthis move was trademarked in 1883.
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