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The lanes were silent There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles I doused our friendly venture With a hard-faced, three-word gesture I started something, I forced you to a zone And you were clearly never meant to go Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me I started something and now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And I doused another venture with a gesture That was absolutely vile I started something, I forced you to a zone And you were clearly never meant to go Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me I started something and now I'm not too sure I grabbed you by guilded beams Uh, that's what tradition means And now eighteen months' hard labor Seems fair enough I started something and I forced you to a zone And you were clearly never meant to go Hair brushed and parted typical me, typical me, typical me I started something and now I'm not too sure I started something, I started something Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me Typical me, typical me, typical me I started something and now I'm not too sure Okay, Stephen? Do that again?
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- سال انتشار
- ۲۰۰۱
- پخش
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