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The Bastard, hereunto known as TB, (thank you, DexX... sounds like a disease, as it should)
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| You might throw your rock, hide your hand, | |
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| Work in the dark with your fellowman... | |
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still doesn't understand that you cannot treat people like that and get away with it.
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| You might run on, for a long time, run, boy, duckin' and dodgin' | |
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| Run on, for a long time... Let me tell you, God almighty's gonna cut you down. | |
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