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through in search of the ever elusive Thunderbird I got a job as a public relations man Passing out handbills on Austin Street Merely an effort to improve
stage Before the audience arrived A return in time to the cheaper seats She never knew what lay beneath Just a dated handbill they found between
punch Go to crunch Take a pill Lose your will Get a job, in street promotion Pushing handbills on the ocean Gang fights all night Garbages
A return in time to the cheaper seats She never knew what lay beneath Just a dated handbill they Found beneath the sheets Let down before the final curtain
I got a handbill, says there's work up here. Left my homeland... and paid a price too dear. I've come to the end of the line there's too many
Comprised of broken locks Secret codes Handbills Scribbled manifestos And songs The rebel archive found refuge In far-flung boxes And obscure
I would advertise my show, on a big handbill Come hear me play my guitar; I'm in Nashville I could add a new chapter, to my memoir Because it would BE
around the subject slowly? I hate to say it but Six o'clock is all gone Like letters on the handbill Of some long lost soul you never cared to see What
Это show матч, ну типа handbill No scope, one shot, just my chill Золотые слитки топлю на кальяне Подъезжают beasty на эконом классе
Somewhere around the valley of the rouge, pissing cheap words on handbills and riding with death. Where all the lucky ones get ruined. When you'd
handbill It's damn real, that's my space like The Jetsons You're on MySpace with my line as a reference Y'all leave hookers with a dime and your
you, we burn it up to cast away the evil You know that Baby Boy and Joey duo's very lethal Flyer than a handbill, higher than a bald eagle But I still
on a handbill Excuse my French and Portuguese, I’m polyglot Overnight working and less sleep I will never stop I’m with God, Gold almighty, I don’t need a Glock
lifted all them anvils You can check the handbill I'm worth a hundred thousand Flights out to L.A. I'm feeling so astounding I'm dowsed in, confidence My
self-doubt The super unknown self-knowledge handouts Spelled out and packaged in a handbill You crayon rappers looking like a troop mandrills Cracked K9s with
the sound of gravel crunch beneath the tires another trash can to meet your handbills and flyers recyclers gathering aluminum cans and copper wire someone
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