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Edit Either/Or by Daniel Coleman on Wednesday, October 21, 2009 at 4:38pm You may call this your heaven, But I call it my hell. We’re of differing opinions (In case you couldn’t tell) You say I’m the whiskey And you’re the zinfandel. That I’m going sixty, And you’re stuck at twelve. Well, you be north And I’ll be south. You be first And I’ll be last. You can’t have one without the other, You can’t have the son without the mother.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 7:38 AM UTC
Either/Or
Edit Either/Or by Daniel Coleman on Wednesday, October 21, 2009 at 4:38pm You may call this your heaven, But I call it my hell. We’re of differing opinions (In case you couldn’t tell) You say I’m the whiskey And you’re the zinfandel. That I’m going sixty, And you’re stuck at twelve. Well, you be north And I’ll be south. You be first And I’ll be last. You can’t have one without the other, You can’t have the son without the mother.
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Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 7:38 AM UTC
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