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Clutch Drink To The Dead

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Clutch. Big News. Embragatge. Grans notícies.
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. Oh, but i must confess I do find the wine a wee bit dry. Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye. Drink and the devil had done

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Clutch. Gone Unsung. Embragatge. Anat Unsung.
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, shouting those songs Gone unsung for far too long Sound of rushing water yon... Nine Men's Morris in the sand But the player's gone Drink to the dead

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Dark Funeral. Armageddon Finally Comes. Dark Funeral. Armageddon Finally Comes.
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fire of evil, are reflected in his abysmal eyes. As he calls upon the ancient ones. I call upon thee, keeper of the darkest flame. To drink from the

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Ed Bruce. Tiny Golden Locket. Ed Bruce. Petit medalló d'or.
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I walked into a tavern to have a drink and kill some time A little boy approached me with tears in his eyes He wasn't more that five or six but he stood

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Soundtrack Artists. Rap Game. Artistes Soundtrack. Rap Game.
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for this rap game this rap game. I bet ya lovin me (??), drink and drown in my own iniquity, but fuck that, i'm gonna rap till yall get sick of me, and clutch

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Fabolous. This Is Family. Fabolous. Aquesta és la família.
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***** damn, Ran' isn't hot I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'm that ***** in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor

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Hank Snow. Dangerous Dan Mcgrew. Hank Snow. Dan McGrew perillosos.
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called for drinks on the house There was none could place the stranger's face though we searched ourselves for a clue But we drank his health and the last to drink

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Hank Snow. The Shooting of Dan McGrew. Hank Snow. El rodatge de Dan McGrew.
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called for drinks for the house. There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue; But we drank his health, and the last to drink

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Joanna Newsom. Have One on Me. Have One On Me. Joanna Newsom. Un té en mi. Un té en mi.
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of you shaving-- the scrape of your razor, the dully-abrading black hair that remained when you clutched at me, that night I came upstairs, half-dead

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Necro. Brutality, Part 1. Street Veteran. Necro. Brutalitat, Part 1. Carrer Veterans.
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steps outta line I'll have to fight her Nail the female, I'll drink ya blood like apple cider Wish master, pulling out my bitch blaster Your dead

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Phil Ochs. Santo Domingo. Phil Ochs. Sant Domènec.
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bullet cracks the sound, the army hit the ground The sniper is callin' So they open their guns, a thousand to one No sense in stalling He clutches at

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Phil Ochs. The Marines Have Landed on The Shores of Santo Domingo. Phil Ochs. Els marines han desembarcat a les costes de Santo Domingo.
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shores of santo domingo A bullet craks the sound, the soldiers hit the ground, the sniper is callin' So they open their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling He clutches

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Rick Springfield. Religion Of The Heart. Rick Springfield. Religió del cor.
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His hair was Bible black, face like a priest His fingers clutched the precious box And silent as a dream he hid behind the dark sunglasses You caught

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Xzibit. Likwit Rhyming. Xzibit. Likwit rimes.
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block Rims spank with the car wash Watch the bitches stop An look, always stay five steps ahead Hard at work, while you tricks lay in bed Dead to the

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Ochs Phil. The Marines Have Landed On The Shores Of Santo Domingo. Phil Ochs. Els marines han desembarcat a les costes de Santo Domingo.
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bullet cracks the sound, the army hit the ground, the sniper's callin' So they open their guns, a thousand to one, no sense in stalling He clutches at

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Soundtrack Artists. True Crime Remix. Artistes Soundtrack. True Crime Remix.
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place where they smoke sherm, in shoot dice, in wear weave caps Or drink car in cuttin sin Naw don't make back Hub caps across the neck Drinkin tall cans

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Ludo. Skeletons On Parade. Ludo. La desfilada d'esquelets.
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high in the hills, comes out to honor the dead. Families somberly walk through the town, they build altars and pray. Clean the tombs and clutch rosaries

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Cannibal Corpse. The Cryptic Stench. Cannibal Corpse. La pudor de Cryptic.
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I drink the blood of the unborn Returning to my grave dragging my blood drained prey My body burns from the light Sleeping until night In my clutch,

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