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big dick is a thumbs-up guy he shot a missile in the sky. it functioned just as advertised until the fire made him cry, look into it later when the dust is clearing off the crater. run like a villain let the good times roll, run like a villain to the sugar bowl, run like a villain cause you can’t adjust to a saccharine suburb in the mush. i’ve got some loving arms around me. darker than the tombs of egypt, dumber than the crudest fiction, buried in a melting coffin, nights like this appeal to me! tracy got an afghan, pedigreed,prescription shades and designer jeans. a sony walkman on her head, all she wants is to be fed. run, run, run, cause you’re soft, run, run, but don’t get lost. the shining moon the dead oak tree nights like this appeal to me. i’ve got some loving arms around me. the shining moon the dead oak tree nights like this appeal to me. i’ve got some loving arms around me, trying to steal a moment of pleasantry in this zombie birdhouse. run, run, run run like a villain, let the good times roll, run like a villain to save your soul. it can’t be done I already know. so i’ll run like a villain to the sugar bowl. cause who you are nobody knows, who you are nobody knows, you rings on your fingers and bells on your toes.
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