.Pick you up in the suburbs tomorrow. We won't tell, they won't follow. Pack your bags, and put all your trust in me. Whoa oh oh. Never had a gun to his head, that's what he said, that's why I shot him dead, with the vengance that his daughter fed. I've always been a sucker for a brown eyed, punk roc.
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