The gin was just like gideon.
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The kings were just like solomon.
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The bashes were like babylon.
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The jester kept on jacking off.
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Nervous cough, nervous cough, nervous cough and now we're off.
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Went down on the denver slums and she woke up in the rocky mountain dawn.
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Felt all freed up from the fears that you can never put your finger on.
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Finger on finger on finger on and now were gone.
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We were smoking to the drinking songs off talking songs for walking.
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Waving marlboros like magic wands.
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Listen up closely to the lit tips of your cigarettes.
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Can't you hear the serpent hiss?
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Saying sweet baby suck on this.
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The white wine was the nectar.
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The oldies made me feel like phil spector.
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Is charlemagne your main man or is he just your sad protector?
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You know you look so good together.
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But sometimes I get a feeling that you're a little bit restless.
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It's a small scene already and it gets dirty on the fringes.
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You sucked through his defenses.
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She said I usually wouldn't do this.
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But I couldn't help but notice.
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You had that text across your t-shirt.
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It said: what would judas do?
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He had those punching rings.
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He smoked the camel filter kings.
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We went back behind the building.
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He did a brisk little business.
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His party favors were party saviors.
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Otherwise we might have never made it.
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Went down in the springfield slums and woke up in the sugar mountain pines.
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Only to find that what you put into your mouth always gets into your mind.
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Milkcrate Mosh
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| The Hold Steady |
