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merry-go-man. (Michael) Could I write whatever's in my heart? (Angels) It's on your desk, the writer's mighty pen. (Michael) And could I sing whatever
I'm a Libra y'all Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra y'all Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Saturday,
Belt I was transformed into a spirit with no shell I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather shield Writing with a feathered quill, gettin' more ill I hope I
I still fake the smile Blow ahead and download my dick to a file Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women Like he must be a weak link, I know I can
me In the peaceful haze of harvest time A song of eternity -- If you raise your hands to heaven You will live a hundred years I stood there like
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