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their lenses Blinded by the big, big lights and the talk so cheap One time lucky at the top but the fall is steep Hand-built the pyramids one by one
tithe, livin' marvelous (tithes) That's the reason I don't talk of this (hey) Hand-built it like a carpenter did it Shootin' bullets out the cars for
act like you’ve hand-built Rome You're so concerned with what isn't Come, friendly bombs, and carry me home Laying in wait in the dark Under the moon,
Left chicago in 76 Headed out to the Georgia sticks Handbuilt a castle with his lover Good doctor, a church of Satan member The pink room was
Pudge, it's a simple phrase But it's a title with a lot of weight My little darling in a hand-built world An inspiration to a lonely girl You will never
and hand-built homes, it suddenly feels like trenches. rubber bullets pummel flesh, the water cannon drenches. an air raid in the dead of night: just bites, no
the clocks back, make the sky black, please don't fade away Oh like a statue hand-built for you I am frozen in time When you're gone, sure things go
wasteman tendencies They're the type of thing to turn a man into a memory As I aim to reach for the sunk leather seats And a bonnet with a hand-built engine
the mist we ride Beyond the tranquil clearing, they see the walls of Glenbeigh The ramparts hand-built long ago now crumbling in decay And where the moat
old man Ferrari Enzo was an asshole anyway 1964 Shelby once again opened the door, His hand-built Cobras stole the show at Le Mans So Hank the Deuce
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