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Pourin' six shots down my throat, call a floodline Tell my friends & family it's about to be my time Nothing's lookin' up, so I gotta go down, right
Oh country down Where I found my proving ground All along the floodline Wheels are turning around The hills roll out like centuries Pass by
Preserve the instincts All that is sane for a little time to be in the prime All that is sane for a little time to be in the prime Now the floodline's
beneath the floodline Needs a local hero Somebody with the right style Lookin' for a local hero Someone with the right smile Local hero local hero she
or a Swede, A half-Spanish grandpa indeed Did we meet? No I wish so I can thank my bloodline But I'm in Fargo with a floodline Surrounded by Bud Lights With
in a society in which some live in homelessness, or in the shadow of that risk, while others cannot even imagine it.” -Jordan Flaherty, Floodlines
of thinkin' homie? You think I don't come from the bloodlines fighting against the risin' floodlines? Keep the neighborhood from sinkin' homie? Think again
around Love me circle, the circle almost circle Love me circle, the circle almost circle Thinking about the floodline, whoa The heart stings for certian*
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