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Horse Feathers
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Albina
Now we've got concrete. A place those blacks won't be. If we come they'll know. They should flee, They should go. Here comes a white shadow.
Blues aren't made from greed, this feast on famine pleads. To take their space, if we can, if we may, make a darker day. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Please, shame on me.
These things, they come in threes. This feast on famine pleads. To take their space, if we can, if we may, make a darker day Please, shame on me.
This street ain't made for me
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