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Ah fed vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia...
Right! Big-jesus soul-mates trash-can Fucking rotten business this Both feet...
Worn and gnawn A little hole Just a small hole...
In our yard How many chickens can we count On...
Gun wears his alcoholism well Finger in bottle and swingin'...
There is woman - pie in here Mr. evangelist says...
Inanimational items elude i, and In-an-emotional-motion i swallow my Motive...
Truck love! right here! Truck love! right now! Bewitched by...
Hey-hey-hey-hey Now they put the stink on us Throw us...