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The music was crap and the singer went flat but the words sunk in too deep and drowned I rise in the lexicon Luther and Superman Marvel at me the comedian see how they laugh, On stage, one page, one more time Lois is mine but he's having none of it I give him kryptonite and he ain't laughing now. In the hanging of the gardens at Babylon where Maria met Joseph and got it on a baby was born call him Absalom. it's all mixed up because they fixed me up wrong a song for the stein in me? Frank has a line on me and somewhere I'm being reeled in.
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 5:28 AM UTC
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The music was crap and the singer went flat but the words sunk in too deep and drowned I rise in the lexicon Luther and Superman Marvel at me the comedian see how they laugh, On stage, one page, one more time Lois is mine but he's having none of it I give him kryptonite and he ain't laughing now. In the hanging of the gardens at Babylon where Maria met Joseph and got it on a baby was born call him Absalom. it's all mixed up because they fixed me up wrong a song for the stein in me? Frank has a line on me and somewhere I'm being reeled in.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 5:28 AM UTC
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