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Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Let the gunshots blow Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm

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Shine on, you crazy diamond Remember when you were young? You shone like the sun. Now there's a look in your eyes Like black holes in the sky You were caught in the crossfire Of childhood and stardom, Blown on the steel breeze Come on you target

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

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I took a course in hallelujah I went to night school for the blues I took some stuff they said would cool ya But nothing seemed to light my fuse But it's all in the past Like a check that's in the mail She was a tall whiskey glass I was an old hound dog

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