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His eyes go funny, you can't place why.
All dolled up in bellhop drag.
It is like a burden to the beat,
To the long gone.
I was once misinformed about your intentions.
Were you right to burn the rock star?
Were you right to drop the roster?
One dollar bill, one dollar bill.
Nah nah nah.
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