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Fiction Family Throw It Away

as it move across this land and to hands are clenched and open to survive the love it brings so keep your hands wide open if you need anything throw it away throw it away

't admit When they've made a mistake While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen He knows he don't have to say it, so it, it don't bother him 'Honesty

, no, I am not singing for you. I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all

my feet Today it's a stage maybe later it's a cosmic course The general I be rocking on the horse On the strength of course don't let it be in vain Cause

, no, I am not singing for you. I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all

my feet Today it's a stage maybe later it's a cosmic course The general I be rocking on the horse On the strength of course don't let it be in vain Cause

no, I am not singing for you. I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all

reviews, no, I am not singing for you. I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.

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