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| man, i really hope dexy's midnight runners are on tour. | |
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| airplane fucking owns dexy's | |
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| you're thinking of starship | |
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| Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio He moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them Now you're grown, so grown, now i must say more than ever | |
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| Go toora loora toora loo rye aye And we can sing just like our fathers OH COME ON EILEEN WELL I SWEAR AT THIS MOMENT YOU MEAN EVERYTHING WITH YOU IN THAT DRESS MY THOUGHT I MUST CONFESS VERGE ON DIRTY | |
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