Your uncle's scandals shook the house of lords
Your daddy's squeezed
If give me your ear
I'll whisper you wind that
I was born in a pool, they made my mother
It must be strange to just fall from the stage
and
Day and night . . . the shadows move too
Every time she calls I'd like to just ignore her
I
Evangeline
My first lady,
She wears satin gloves
Since her hands got dirty
I'm walking Uptown
I hear a most peculiar sound
Like a seashell
[Messed?] and peculiar
Dancing with Julia
I see no spare sky
This is
I write your name
Everywhere I go
Like a worn out
She moves through the black door
She turns toward the desperate
By Rancid:
The common man doesn't suffer pain like this
Only the
Hollywood looks good at night
The TVs get fine reception
But last
You get nothin' back for all you've saved
Just eternity in
Sirens begin, the red light spins
Hungry go the thieves
Betty's in
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