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here we are, now where are we? it's like nothing i've ever seen we got hoarse-throated huckster's whispered gimmicks
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rubbernecking the curious cynics and headlong-walkers, one born every minute do i plug it in? or do i stick it in?
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i don't know what came over me i'm too dumb for words i didn't think i'd like it here at all but, i swear, i swear i'm on the
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here we are, now who are you? the long lost queen's of some hoodoo? well we're the last of the big-time penetrators playin'
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dead to fuck the undertaker the movie'll come out a little bit later the men, the legend, the goat, the satyr
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i don't know what came over me i'm too dumb for words i didn't say i'd like it here at all but, i swear, i swear i'm on the verge
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here we are, now don't ask how the time to leave was kind now well don't cry, baby, there's no cause for grief
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deadheading's never gonna kill the chief it's an empty road without relief and i'm a highway romance milking thief
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i don't know what came over me i'm too dumb for words i didn't think i'd like it here at all but, i swear, i swear i'm on the
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