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sift through      all that crap and check my direction, where the fuck's my compass.. oh god, tell me this                          ain't going to last, shoot me under the wire right before those cubes are cast. Baby blow on them dice    and kiss the guy to your right. that's it,         kiss him on the lip,               what a trip,                   what a slip showing your      colours like that, playin' those juicy chords,             playin'    hard     on that strat. All Rights Reserved @2012
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 3:39 AM UTC
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sift through      all that crap and check my direction, where the fuck's my compass.. oh god, tell me this                          ain't going to last, shoot me under the wire right before those cubes are cast. Baby blow on them dice    and kiss the guy to your right. that's it,         kiss him on the lip,               what a trip,                   what a slip showing your      colours like that, playin' those juicy chords,             playin'    hard     on that strat. All Rights Reserved @2012
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New Scotland
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 3:39 AM UTC
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