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Subway Man

Subway man stick to your plan, jalapenos, onions and a thick slice of ham. Who are you? Where are you? I need my sub man! You slice the bread with ease, Oh how I long to be on my knees, degrading myself for youre sweet onion sauce, Yelling at your boss, I wonder. toasted or soft? I do not know, with you or without you? I shall not go, alone, into the night, without a fight, for my Subway Man.
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Sep 21, 2011
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