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We got the ocean breeze and the seven seas. humming birds and buzzing bees plant's and creatures the beauty features . farmers armer's and those midnight charmers we have food not hard to search for, kids who have to line at church door's there'e are stores to by our sneekers others off to be a tweeker. we get clean drinks with out no kinks it's the U.S.A with out no pay. with a clean head, and a nice bed. some call it lucky to live in a shed... a different country roomate with a monkey , roof made of hay the dirt bed a lay. we live like survivors , we search for our dinners , how is it made to be u.s.a winners? with you're cool cars and movie stars, you get ocupied , and well supplied... what a cool plate i'd wish for in fate you have you're singers we eat with our fingers. you roll those dice and hope for some nice, lets go find dinner and cope with some rice.... Look who's at bat and serving at war, you're lifes just so hard with you're one choor. I want MY MONEY!!! HA! thats shit's just funny... __---Look at this world_-- with a breef glance , Think of it more then some school dance.
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
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We got the ocean breeze and the seven seas. humming birds and buzzing bees plant's and creatures the beauty features . farmers armer's and those midnight charmers we have food not hard to search for, kids who have to line at church door's there'e are stores to by our sneekers others off to be a tweeker. we get clean drinks with out no kinks it's the U.S.A with out no pay. with a clean head, and a nice bed. some call it lucky to live in a shed... a different country roomate with a monkey , roof made of hay the dirt bed a lay. we live like survivors , we search for our dinners , how is it made to be u.s.a winners? with you're cool cars and movie stars, you get ocupied , and well supplied... what a cool plate i'd wish for in fate you have you're singers we eat with our fingers. you roll those dice and hope for some nice, lets go find dinner and cope with some rice.... Look who's at bat and serving at war, you're lifes just so hard with you're one choor. I want MY MONEY!!! HA! thats shit's just funny... __---Look at this world_-- with a breef glance , Think of it more then some school dance.
arrywill-keepya-smilin
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
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