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Horse Feathers
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Dustbowl
Viscious are the mouthes she tastes. Wicked are the vowes she breaks. Leaving all her luck to haste. Leaving all her luck to waste.
All these things in a box, Where she goes she lays.
Leaving all these men tonight, Leaving all these boys to fight. Leaving all her luck to haste. 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Leaving all her lust to waste.
All these things in a box, Where she goes she stops.
Hell to all these moneymakers. Lives they won't mistake. Oh, you knew I loved to hate her. Eyes that won't debate.
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