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Stamey |
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Camouflage |
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All of your lies giddy gadabout |
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Appearances |
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Slickin' your tongue in and out of doubt. |
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Everything is so complete, the world is at your feet |
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Espionage, nothing new. |
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Subterfuge |
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Gettin' real gone, real quick's a bore |
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Without shoes |
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One or two nights on a different floor. |
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Mother is a little vexed at your homey neglect |
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Espionage, Aryan sex. |
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You're gonna be well known for just a little while |
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You're gonna be outgrown to go a little while |
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To go a little while. |
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Stipulate |
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Twenty-four hours in every year |
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Yeah, it's great |
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Out in the yard barks a trumpeteer. |
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Say you had a way with words that got away with you |
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Espionage says you're through. |
