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if i thought for just one second that i could get away with it i'd make a bid for the foundry and save this sinking ship a friend was downtown to protest

now you can't help feelin' your the mother of the mad while market street's reelin in memory of the dead and capp street's greeting the tourists with

the fog comes in and out with the tides like my pocket watch it doesn't keep the time spitting smoke combustion from foreign cars choking my family history