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Peace? I hate the word |
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As I hate Hell, all Montagues |
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I had a dream last night |
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'Cause it looked just like a dream |
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I had a dream last night |
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But it looked unlike a dream |
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Mercy, mercy, I made a call |
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Make me a suit so I can get it off |
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Heaven help me, my head is spinnin' round |
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Stop this airplane 'cause I got to get down |
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I had a dream last night |
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And it fit me like a glove |
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I had a dream last night |
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And it fit me like a glove, right on |
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Here's to the Montagues |
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John Wayne and Bette Davis |
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And Romeo gave it |
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For a chorus girl in Vegas, yeah |
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Juliet is up in Heaven |
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A pocket full of pills |
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And Jesus flies to Mexico |
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To get a prescription filled |
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I had a dream last night |
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And it fit me like a glove |
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It was a scream last night |
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It was getting kinda fun |
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Yeah, rock out, whatever |
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I had a dream last night |
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Because she looked just like a dream |
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I had a dream last night |
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Because she looked just like a dream |
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She was on fire last night |
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And I was breathing gasoline |
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I had a dream last night |
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And it fit me like a glove |
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I had a scream last night |
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Lord above |
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I didn't know where to shake my butt |
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Walked backwards, fucked like a fox |
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I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box |
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It's three A.M. at five o'clock |
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I wore it on my sleeve |
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And I got shot |
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Shot me down |
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Yeah, whatever, rock out |
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That's it, that's my rhyme |
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Take it to the streets, bitch |
