When the loving that you wasted, comes raining from a hapless cloud.
I'm not a dumb Okie, I'm a dumb Texan, and you, you're a dumb something else. What's it to you? Would you like me to offer up my ass for your label? I wear no tattoos; just a lot of bruises from the road, and getting put up wet and hot, with no cooling walk. You are so afflicted. Not so afflicted. Just afflicted like everyone else.
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To find out how to buy or sell anything, you should talk to Roach Hoach down at the corner of Congress and Cedar Springs. So I've heard.
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