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TYBALT SPEAKING:
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Peace? I hate the word.
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As I hate hell, all Montagues.
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I had a dream last night
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'Cause it looked just like a dream
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I had a dream last night
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But it looked unlike a dream
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Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts
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Make me a suit so I can get it off
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Heaven help my head is spin'n round
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Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
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I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
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I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
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Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis
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And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
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Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
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And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
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I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
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I was a scream last night
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It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)
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I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
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I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
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She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
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I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
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I had to scream last night
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Lord of Love
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I didn't know where to shake my butt
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Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
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I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
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Three a.m. at five o'clock
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And one of us leaves, and I got shot!
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Shot me down
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Yeah, whatever, rock out
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That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch.
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Whatever (I Had A Dream)
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| Butthole Surfers |
