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Rival
- Pearl Jam
All my
rivals will see what i have in store, my gun...
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir, red
sun...
And this nation's about to explode
your disciples are riddled with metaphors, well
hung...
Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls, not
one...
As we release this unspeakable toll...
(every grain of sand equals)
(all the stars and everyone)
How's our mother to damn these contributors...with
mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult...shed
blood?
How's our father supposed to be told?
<<Volver
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