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By Propaghandi, The best thing I ever saw on tv
Was that s.q.
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By Propaghandi, "i've got my hands up her dress and it means
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By Propaghandi, Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation*. She
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By Propaghandi, Hey hannah, how's it going? can I borrow some records
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By Propaghandi, All answers seem to come to easily, to you the
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By Propaghandi, I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance
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By Propaghandi, Takes a dried up ballpoint, lemon juice and water, keeps
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By Propaghandi, We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin.
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By Propaghandi, Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single-file. First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads
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By Propaghandi, Bowl of cherries in Waskasoo creek. A sylvan way of
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By Propaghandi, There was nothing remotely romantic about it. no hand-me-down sob-stories,
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By Propaghandi, I speak outside what is recognized as the border between
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By Propaghandi, In which god's name will we be killed? Who's most
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By Propaghandi, Suburbs tremble again, fearing the have-nots at the window, collecting
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By Propaghandi, I never promised you nothing,
Never said I'd be your perfect
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By Propaghandi, Disregard their suffering. spoon-fed fuck taught not to care.
It's easy
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By Propaghandi, The best thing I ever saw on tv was that
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By Propaghandi, Words can't do justice to pain. Seems like they can't
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By Propaghandi, Thought, word and deed once sloganeered: a reaction undefined. The
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By Propaghandi, Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. Steeping toddlers
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By Propaghandi, I'm not going to try to tell you that I'm
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By Propaghandi, I can't believe the things that have been said
Remain for
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By Propaghandi, (It's a dirty job- but somebody's gotta do it)
Why
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By Propaghandi, Our cities seem to function quite the same: sweeping ghettos
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By Propaghandi, We spoke our minds too clearly. We assumed fundamental rights
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By Propaghandi, Don't tell me that you say you care
While you're fucking
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By Propaghandi, Ska sucks. Ska revival isn't cool, you stupid fuck. The
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By Propaghandi, Stand up and we are the tyrants messangers of satan
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By Propaghandi, My father told me "son, it's futile to resist,
You can
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By Propaghandi, (Not to be gender-specific, of course!)
My father told me