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At the cockroach motel where the rodents aren't for sale in room four someone's screaming my T.V. don't come in well! As bedposts smash the wall someone's contracting gonorrhea and brings home to the house to the lovely spouse who says I love and it's good to see ya. They cannot be sanctified. Happy true love, half an hour devour 30 minutes sweet for a lifetime sour Happy true love, half an hour, it's now her picking up the dirt that don't wash off in the shower. They always get you when you're sleeping. They'll get you when they sleep. They'll forget you when they're sleeping. Downstairs in the lounge, there ain't no one around through tidal waves of wiskey you can hear the ice cubes sound. The bartender smiles, though he'll do just what it takes while a blond smokes down her cigarette to the lipstick mark she makes. They cannot be sanctified. -chorus 2 have viewed this page!
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