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Good stuff man! Thanks.
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I think this is how you do it. Rock the crowd into a legitimate frenzy, then rock the crowd into a borderline riot, get the chicks on stage, take it up a notch and then smooch down a hot one thatās been trying to molest you in front of the entire audience.
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A loose, and hazy time
When you were not my Clementine
And I was not your diamondās eye
Bereft, as daisies lie
For our love was not lost in style
You were strong, I was a child
We, weāre not kings here,
Weāre not kings here
Weāre just strangers
And Love, has died in song
Carried down by ancient tongues
Ferried around the waterās thrum
And winds, along a line
Along a whirl, a lonely girl
To be, to see, to sweat, and bleed
To fall on your sword-on your sword
On your word
We, weāre not kings here,
Weāre not kings here
Weāre just strangers
Be still, by my side
For you are not my Clementine
And I am not your diamondās eye
To Sleep!
By right of you, I canāt endure
In the light of things, I canāt ignore
In spite of all the roseās thorns, and hopeless works
We, weāre not kings here,
Weāre not kings here
Weāre just strangers
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Been caught on Tom MacDonald lately
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