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| Someday I'll make it in Argentina. Even if it kills me. Even it turns me into a Leprechaun. But if you see me sellout you best believe I get the hell out. | |
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| Are talking to yourself, Lord Jesus? | |
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| Maybe. Maybe I found the rythym to this boat, we call THE LOVE BOAT. | |
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| I'm worried. Did you read your Wall Steet Journal today? | |
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especially the morbid obese plus models with the big booty. Wash it all away. Wash it all away.
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| I read it all right. I read it in the papers today. It said that I was an old fool who was so cool. | |
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| Yeah Lord Jesus is back to his old goofy self again. Long Live Napoleon! | |
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