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But nobody's friends Oh, dear God when will I Be where I should be? And when the palmist said "One Thursday you will be dead" I said, "No, not
But nobody's friends Oh, dear God when will I Be where I should be? And when the Palmist said: "One Thursday you will be dead" I said "No, not me,
I see the raven's eyes, And I see the lights I saw the gold rush San Francisco nights I am the reader, A palmist fly I can see the future, I can
we role forever Change your title to my Mrs Read my vows baby take note of these promises Living lavish like the palmist did Royalty is in our mids I'm
& daughters Abandoned malls Freshly painted walls A fruit with black rot The grace of God Lines to a palmist Drinks to an alcoholic Electronic Voice
once a palmist Even in the blue moon But if I were to guess That we'd be a mess I'd bless who was next for you You know I'll stand by you You know I'll
A palmist lived in Paradise - his name was Prophet Paul He was waiting for some querents sitting in his market stall But due to lack of interest,
We burnt all the skin From the palm of my hands With an old zippo lighter And deodorant can I went to the palmist And asked her to read No
"Girls at the office", Talk shows with klansmen, Palmists and Con Men, Therapists, Authors, Priests and the Lawmen What about how I feel? Can you
with its sidereal modesty. Rise! Solar spirits in the caravan of supernovas, Give me the palmist visual sensation. I'm a newborn in this omnipotent
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