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That damnedold saw--we plan,He laughs? One had best praythe laughs ain't all too bitter ormocking.
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There’s no love that’s forever true,
No guarantee he’ll stand by you.
Heed well, then, what I have to say;
You keep tha..
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Custom, tradition, and the twang of steel guitarsStrongly suggest I should embrace my stationAs the woman done wrong,Weeping quietly in some dark corn..
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It’s a goddamn good thing there’s
no bouncers in church,
(Though your dad’s just the type
who would bring in some thugs..
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An old boy named Billy Joe ClydeTook hisself a lovely young brideBut he had nasty vicesPlus herbs, salt, and spicesAnd he ate the lass Kentucky Fried.
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They’d found him, emaciated
and tick-ridden,
Down near the docks
on Smith Boulevard,
Surrounded by several
fellow tabbies
Posse..
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The fishalways hits onThe brightest of the lures,For it's said that all that glittersHas hooks.
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It is a mayhem of camp stoves and camouflage, a rabbit
warren of knives and pistols,
Pellet guns and potato seeds, Glocks and portable
genera..
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There’s many ways to see the light
(We often know this much too late)
And if the lens is fashioned right,
Its brightness will not o..
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Looks like we are finished—you’ve told me what and where to shove
Collectin’ your pound of flesh that’s the tariff due on lov..
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