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| Hey mister you looking for a good time? | |
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| How did I get here..Oh its all so sad. This lifestyle of mine. I just want to get my old car and girlfriend back, and just drive off across America and leave this shit hole behind. | |
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| Hey mister somone ran over this cat, you gotta help me where is you're home?? Hey mister?? Mister! | |
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| Go away, I live on the streets I can't help you..what the hell do you want from me..just go away..please. | |
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| Hey man give me you're wallet! | |
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| Just imagine you are home again and happy. Before the hustling pimps and thieves, before you lost everything. Stay inside your heart and die warmly. Forget the outside world. | |
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