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. Oh the ***** streets at dawn Dead child time for mourning You. & I are  so well hidden The taser   lying in the gutter Besides what was once a man • The Wild West minstrel boy Tea bagger patriot Takes his gun into town walkin around With his pants down •• If you want a country We could pause & build one Hopin that they won't come & Shoot us down
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
... red blood dreaming
. Oh the ***** streets at dawn Dead child time for mourning You. & I are  so well hidden The taser   lying in the gutter Besides what was once a man • The Wild West minstrel boy Tea bagger patriot Takes his gun into town walkin around With his pants down •• If you want a country We could pause & build one Hopin that they won't come & Shoot us down
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jeffrey-robin
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
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