I know a man, he's a bit of a brat
Lies
You're a soldier
Cup and hold yer's
Oh why?
Run with scissors
Play with
If I'm just laying a track that wraps around
Different ones
I've been movin' along
But just to get away
Airstreams carry me
Morning comes, I need to have my sunshine cigarette
Always the
You can never see his face again
He goes when he
I don't need no one to show me the way
I've
Is it a problem if we'd arrange, in some way
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