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they don't know how old i am, they found armour in my belly from the 16th century, conquistador, i think they don't know
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how old i am, they found armour in my belly passion out of machine-revving tension, lashing out at machine-revving tension,
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brushing by the machine revving tension
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morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop the end of a line a real, rainbow-likening, luck stop where you could say I
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became chronologically "fucked up" put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped off then, i found a place it's dark and it's rotted
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it's a cool, sweet kinda-place where the copters won't spot it and i destroyed the map, i even thought i forgot it, however,
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every-day i'm dumping the body it'd be better for us if you don't understand it'd be better for me if you don't understand yea
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and i found a place it's dark and it's rotted it's a cool, sweet kinda-place where the copters won't spot it and i destroyed the
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map, i even thought i forgot it, however, every-day i'm dumping the body it'd be better for us if you don't understand it'd be
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better for us if you don't understand it'd be better for me if you don't understand
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let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out let me out
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Locked In The Trunk Of A Car
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| The Tragically Hip |
