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R E M Little America

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's jewelery, again Lighted

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's jewelery, again

hear by the sound of the castanettes, we are off, off, off, off we are off. Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil... Land of hope, Land of

that I bail out I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out Fuck you ice cube, that's what the people say Fuck america still wit the triple k Cause

growing like a tree and Causing much destruction cause I'm crushing Complimented much, yeah, but never blushing Hard like a criminal, and I'm subliminal In my own right I'm

my Supersperm I go do it - I go do it - I go do it - do it - do it And I'm here and I'm there And I'm big bad E and I'm everywhere So just throw your

it's supposed to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers We do 'cause trouble 'cause we dump on Yeah, I'm just

... (here we go) W k a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z The end The edge Q 100 anal lube 101 100 102 103 104 105 106 107 .1 .2 .

know our little town is something to seeee, and it really is important to meeee! [Stan:] That's right! It's Sunday morning in our quiet, little, white