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Living on the road my friendis a gambit with no rewardIt’s the river before the turnthat folded on the flop.You outta take to the trailsThat out ran the fencesWhere the rubber and railAre still a ****** in arms
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Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 10:13 AM UTC
living on the road my friend
Living on the road my friendis a gambit with no rewardIt’s the river before the turnthat folded on the flop.You outta take to the trailsThat out ran the fencesWhere the rubber and railAre still a ****** in arms
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Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 10:13 AM UTC
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