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"sailing over time we find ourselves at the tenor of god, almight lord come out and use me for the finer in your eyes. i find me waitin...
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"Worms and Worms and Worms again, i cant help but feel this heart again... worms and worms and worms again, i cant help but feel like a...
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"i belong in your corn field tonight... what the heck, miy corn field, get out of town... you need scoundrels behind your back taking m...
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