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If you're looking for trouble Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be You came to the right place Just look right in my face I was born standing up And talking back My

Qué onda guero? See the vegetable man in the Vegetable van with the horn that's honking Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street People gather around put a dollar in the can Ay wey, qué onda? tj cowboys hang around Sleeping on the side walk with

What was I thinkin' I know what I was feelin' 'Cause I was Thinkin 'bout a little white tank top Sittin' right there in the middle by me I was thinkin' bout a long kiss Man just gotta get goin' Where the night might lead But what was I thinkin'

And I think I'll blow my brains Think happy thoughts Well let's go back to The middle of the day That starts it all. I can't begin to let You know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall

Alexander Hamilton In New York you can be a new man What's your name, man? In New York you can be a new man How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot In the Caribbean by providence impoverished

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I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

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