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shared a cigaret for breakfast shared an airplane ride for lunch sitin in between a ghost and a walking bowl of punch can you play a little huntch predicting the delay im landing well i predict well have a drink lost my money on the first hand got burned on a big fat king and your ears just want to ring and your eyes just want to close nothing changing i suppose (Chours) its to late to turn back here we go portland whooa no its to late to turn back here we go ooooo portland look at the way the rain the raindrops come in for you catch cold seven boys catching nothing and it aint trusted his throne but atleast hes going home siting like a backwoods junkie cout down in a souther trust hey look at the funny monkey with silver in his cup and your silver turns to rust in oyur second hand clothes trust none i suppose (chours) |
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