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Jules, Jules, Super Jules, and boy in the back |
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going into hell to get some people out, Ananda |
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it will be power packed with force |
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staging the plaguing of the raised platform |
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against the seventeen winds and the two twin twelves, |
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all the goodness that the westen world held. |
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Counteraction, like a pip for the core, |
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and to the mopped floor it is a heavy metal war. |
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And then the |
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staging the plaguing of the raised platform. |
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There'll be no light until the morning comes. |
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And the, the presidents that you are against |
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and consequence that it may all go wrong. |
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And then the hour we bricked walls |
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that will leave us for done for, |
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the dope dope and the collar you work for; |
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there'll be no stopping, there'll be a new war. |
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Staging the plaguing of the raised platform. |
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And then the... |
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Late penalty and then that wins the '74 cup... |
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Well, hit them lord with the Baltic Force, |
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whack them lord, bones point, fully borne. |
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Stick 'em lord, let them roam and curse. |
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Every day a new star born. |
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Staging the plaguing of the raised platform. |
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Making the dope dope and the dope dope, |
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and then they're... |
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Many a damned soul 'a jaanaas' a new level, |
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and then the helping hand can only be yours. |
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Rock on and then the, |
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raise the millions. |
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Staging the plaguing of the raised platform. |
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No light until the morning comes. |
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And then the... |
