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the capital of Michigan
But I would never lie to you
I would never lie, lie, lie
Betty White is not old, ice is not cold
And I would never lie, lie, lie
(This

Capital vice cardinal sin
Out in madrid
The four last things
Prado I got oil on wood
She knows I win
Still I can't help but think
Think about certain things

this city now lays in waste
A Sovereign dispute of oil brings about such fucking haste

Unleashed their weapons of mass destruction.
They’ve got some

of the night, weeping
They said, O our father, we went racing with one another,
And left Joseph by our belongings and a wolf devoured him
But you will never