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Whenever the good times roll, time ceases to be I can get blackout drunk and run into a tree But feel nothing. Not a thing.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
When Good Times Roll
Whenever the good times roll, time ceases to be I can get blackout drunk and run into a tree But feel nothing. Not a thing.
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ms-d-zynne
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
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