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...13 granda year in the meadowlandsbored and rural-poor, lord, at 35, right? |
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I'm the best 17 year old everworked these sands |
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I won't go back againquitter quitter one boy bitter - rough luckman to man hand to hand fight 40we're losing sand!a wrens' ditch battle planrecord after record black and deckered tack! tack!definition: hell and high waterfatty come a courtin' lord the money!everyone choose sidesthe whole to-do of what to do for moneyeveryone choose sidespoorer or not this year and hell's the differenceeveryone sell lieseveryone choose sideslet's talk plansand luck said, 'double damned'were you give women worth winning or what?a wasted share of shots at high-tide heaven'greener grasses fade from where you wind upeveryone choose sides |
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I'm back! |
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I'm back! |
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So sing to raise the blind up |
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I've walked away from more than you imagine and |
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I sleep just finewe fought and brought up more - the shovels high upon the 10-ton line |
