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I'll face this Anabelle. I'd like to induct you into. The drink of the cactus practice. Cactus Tori. Cactus Anabelle. Practice Tori. Will you induct me into. The drink of the cactus practice
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Le monde entier est un cactus. Il est impossible de s'asseoir. Dans la vie il n'y a que des cactus. Moi j'm'pique de le savoir. Aie! aie! ouille! aie!. Dans leur coeur il y a des cactus. Dans
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miss your head. And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead. Just run outside in the desert heat. Make your dress all wet and send it to me I miss your soup and I miss your bread. And a
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nothing but blue. And pieces that don’t have a place. Everyone sees clearly . They’re scared to hurt your feelings. Now let me tell it to your face . You’re a lonely cactus . All on your own. You’re on the
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Wake up in a room and realize i'm insane again. this is the fifth time straight in a year i've ended up in here. eating p. b. j's and. watching the church channel nightly i didn't mind what i did
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Wake up in a room and realize i'm insane again. this is the fifth time straight in a year i've ended up in here. eating p. b. j's and. watching the church channel nightly i didn't mind what i did
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got no one. Who will bring me a big umbrella. So I'm watching the weather channel. And waiting for the storm. It's just sugar. Just a pill to make me happy. I know it may not fix the hinges. But at
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'. And I miss your head. And a letter in your writing. Doesn't mean you're not dead. . Just run outside in the desert heat. Make your dress all wet. And send it to me. I miss your soup and I miss
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'. And I miss your head. And a letter in your writing. Doesn't mean you're not dead. . Just run outside in the desert heat. Make your dress all wet. And send it to me. I miss your soup and I miss
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Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down. A picture that no artist ever could paint. White faced cattlow howlin' across the mountain trail. I hear a coyote howlin' for its mate Cactus
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-----------. . As Rhayader departs, leaving Fritha behind he. Cannot prevent the Snow Goose following him. Out across the channel and left into the heart of. Battle.
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I can do the Kung Fu . Do the moves I do . (Hee Hah Hu Hah) x2 . I can play the master . I'm the master blaster . (Hee Hah Hu Hah) x2 . Can you do it faster? . How long can you last here? . (Hee Hah
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. TV is the thing this year. Radio was great but now it's out of date. And TV is the thing this year Now he turned my dial to channel one. I knew that this was gonna be fun. He turned my dial to
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This is my shirt. This is yours. And this is called a dream. It must be the soap you use. And mine is called so kleen. It was so well advertised. All day on channel nine. We live in the soap
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. But her children. Don't mean as much as the show, I mean. Watch her worship the screen, and fiend. For a TV ad. And it just makes me mad I don't think I can handle. She goes channel to channel
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I watch the red line, reach that number again. The blood in our veins and the brains in our head . Drink the water with jagged glass. Eat the cactus with bleeding mouth. Not 91 or 93, but 92
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,. And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood. In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon,. I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom. And strange hands halted me; the
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What's your station identification . I spark a mental cypher lasting down through revelations . Take a trip into my mental cypher I get hyper . Sniping ass MC's seem to get me higher . Like the
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west is where I wanna be. . Mid the sagebrush and the cactus,. I'll watch the fellas practice. Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze. I'll have on my sombrero,. And of course I'll wear a
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-denial. Can't you hear me moan?. Set the table, I'll be there in a while Workin' on the run. Burnin' cactus down on the Rio Grande. No shade from the sun. Just wishin' I'd get done with shovelin' sand
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with self-denial. Can't you hear memoan?. Set the table, I'll be there in a while. . Workin' on the run. Burnin' cactus down on the Rio Grande. No shade from the sun. Just wishin' I'd get done
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with self-denial. Can't you hear memoan?. Set the table, I'll be there in a while. . Workin' on the run. Burnin' cactus down on the Rio Grande. No shade from the sun. Just wishin' I'd get done
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-cruising. Satisfaction killed me a bit, curiosity brings me back in grooving. Don't wanna follow order, I oughtta restore that. Told her crossing the border, next corner posing for reporters. Next level
