(Verlaine)
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"drivin outa nowhere my eye begin to fly
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i see this world is on the take. what's the
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use a talkin... better put your foot down...
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you know some cars ain't got no breaks."
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you're squirrel food baby. "a new head-on
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collision might be a good excuse."
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go tell the sisters say a prayer for
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whitey black. poor poor boy, so far off the track.
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"C'mon...what's with the nursery rhyme??
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Eighty seven rubies underneath my backseat
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i'm gonna pick up somethin i cant buy."
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you're crazy. "a nice new definition might be
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of some kind use." go tell the sisters...
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poor boy...so far off the track.
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aII the pearls you're stealin, Whitey they
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will end up one day at the bottom of the sea.
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"I doubt it baby. I'll make a new decision
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(i just don't know what for,)
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go tell the sisters say a prayer for w.b."
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Oh, Dear Lord don't you bring him back.
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Say A Prayer
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| Tom Verlaine |
