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: Have you met old Slick? He's slicker than spit He's slicker than alligator shit Ask the girls in town and man they say he's it That's old Slick He
: Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Whatcha gonna do about it?
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: When Jesus saw the pain Of the things done in his name He packed his suitcase and his golf clubs Filled his pockets full of grain He said "To hell
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: Vengo de donde hay un rio Tabaco y canaveral Donde el sudor del guajiro Hace a la tierra sonar. Soy de Cuba, Lo que impulso Y que se pega, Y cuando
: Blank, their state of mind The apathy they find leads them into nothing Rotting away, another lost sight today Swallowed into the nothing again Killing
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: Du hast Dich selbst wie ein Packchen, wie einen Koffer verschnurt und deine unruhige Seele in Richtung Wolken gefuhrt. Good bye David Carradine, lasset
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