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Keep Romance & Cigarettes (2005) On Your Home Screen

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We are beautiful. We are not ugly. We are angry.

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We are beautiful. We are not ugly. We are angry.

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Play We are beautiful. We are not ugly. We are angry.

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It's poetry. Po Oh it's poetry. Well I'm gonna give you some fucking poetry. Pink motels White thighs Deep fried Shake it bake it rotate it. Swollen heads Busted beds Empty lots Dirty red twats. You just made that up I'm deep.

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It's poetry. Po Oh it's poetry. Well I'm gonna give you some fucking poetry. Pink motels White thighs Deep fried Shake it bake it rotate it. Swollen heads Busted beds Empty lots Dirty red twats. You just made that up I'm deep.

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Play It's poetry. Po Oh it's poetry. Well I'm gonna give you some fucking poetry. Pink motels White thighs Deep fried Shake it bake it rotate it. Swollen heads Busted beds Empty lots Dirty red twats. You just made that up I'm deep.

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"If God's gift of grace  or the light on your face "could make me forget your vagina is wet." Let me see that. "To Tula, my Tula, my red flower of love." What are you, a private dick? How different could it be, huh?  It's just a hole. You can't incriminate a man  over some words. What do you think you're  gonna find there? Peanuts? It's poetry? Po... Oh, it's poetry. Well, I'm gonna give you  some fucking poetry. Pink motels. White thighs. Deep fried.  Shake it, bake it, rotate it. Swollen...

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"If God's gift of grace  or the light on your face "could make me forget your vagina is wet." Let me see that. "To Tula, my Tula, my red flower of love." What are you, a private dick? How different could it be, huh?  It's just a hole. You can't incriminate a man  over some words. What do you think you're  gonna find there? Peanuts? It's poetry? Po... Oh, it's poetry. Well, I'm gonna give you  some fucking poetry. Pink motels. White thighs. Deep fried.  Shake it, bake it, rotate it. Swollen...

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Play "If God's gift of grace  or the light on your face "could make me forget your vagina is wet." Let me see that. "To Tula, my Tula, my red flower of love." What are you, a private dick? How different could it be, huh?  It's just a hole. You can't incriminate a man  over some words. What do you think you're  gonna find there? Peanuts? It's poetry? Po... Oh, it's poetry. Well, I'm gonna give you  some fucking poetry. Pink motels. White thighs. Deep fried.  Shake it, bake it, rotate it. Swollen...

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You whoremaster I smoked your ass out No. you two faced Judas I am not a whoremaster My brothers they're the whoremasters Not me. Ever since you grew that filthy little moustache. I am not a whoremaster. Preening in the mirror like Maria Callas Put the cologne all over my back sweetie. I cook you chicken fish no butter low cal this low cal that. I trim your nose hairs you fuck. I swear on my father's grave okay. Oh another whoremaster.

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You whoremaster I smoked your ass out No. you two faced Judas I am not a whoremaster My brothers they're the whoremasters Not me. Ever since you grew that filthy little moustache. I am not a whoremaster. Preening in the mirror like Maria Callas Put the cologne all over my back sweetie. I cook you chicken fish no butter low cal this low cal that. I trim your nose hairs you fuck. I swear on my father's grave okay. Oh another whoremaster.

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Play You whoremaster I smoked your ass out No. you two faced Judas I am not a whoremaster My brothers they're the whoremasters Not me. Ever since you grew that filthy little moustache. I am not a whoremaster. Preening in the mirror like Maria Callas Put the cologne all over my back sweetie. I cook you chicken fish no butter low cal this low cal that. I trim your nose hairs you fuck. I swear on my father's grave okay. Oh another whoremaster.

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From crying. Every day I wake up then I start to break up. Lonely is a man without love. Every day I start out then I cry my heart out. Lonely is a man without love. Every day I wake up. Then I start to break up. Knowing that it's cloudy above. Every day I start out then I cry my heart out.

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From crying. Every day I wake up then I start to break up. Lonely is a man without love. Every day I start out then I cry my heart out. Lonely is a man without love. Every day I wake up. Then I start to break up. Knowing that it's cloudy above. Every day I start out then I cry my heart out.

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Play From crying. Every day I wake up then I start to break up. Lonely is a man without love. Every day I start out then I cry my heart out. Lonely is a man without love. Every day I wake up. Then I start to break up. Knowing that it's cloudy above. Every day I start out then I cry my heart out.

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What's the problem. I'm a married man. A domestic disturbance was reported sir. Yeah that's the problem Name sir. Nick Murder. You ever been married More than once sir.

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What's the problem. I'm a married man. A domestic disturbance was reported sir. Yeah that's the problem Name sir. Nick Murder. You ever been married More than once sir.

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Play What's the problem. I'm a married man. A domestic disturbance was reported sir. Yeah that's the problem Name sir. Nick Murder. You ever been married More than once sir.

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Rat shit Bat shit Dirty old twat Sixty nine assholes tied in a knot. Eat bite suck fuck nibble gobble chew. I'm a fucking paratrooper Who the fuck are you Sir.

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Rat shit Bat shit Dirty old twat Sixty nine assholes tied in a knot. Eat bite suck fuck nibble gobble chew. I'm a fucking paratrooper Who the fuck are you Sir.

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Play Rat shit Bat shit Dirty old twat Sixty nine assholes tied in a knot. Eat bite suck fuck nibble gobble chew. I'm a fucking paratrooper Who the fuck are you Sir.

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Marriage is combat son Yes sir. And not clean combat No sir.

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Marriage is combat son Yes sir. And not clean combat No sir.

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Play Marriage is combat son Yes sir. And not clean combat No sir.

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No I saw her coming out of the loo at her crazy sister's apartment. She had this headful of wet hair and was wearing. a soft cream coloured terry cloth robe So I asked her I need to borrow a piece of luggage. You shacking up Ah ain't nothing wrong with sex. You have big ones buster. Yeah Dinosaur balls. I'm from Brooklyn Boys don't talk to girls like that in Brooklyn.

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No I saw her coming out of the loo at her crazy sister's apartment. She had this headful of wet hair and was wearing. a soft cream coloured terry cloth robe So I asked her I need to borrow a piece of luggage. You shacking up Ah ain't nothing wrong with sex. You have big ones buster. Yeah Dinosaur balls. I'm from Brooklyn Boys don't talk to girls like that in Brooklyn.

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Play No I saw her coming out of the loo at her crazy sister's apartment. She had this headful of wet hair and was wearing. a soft cream coloured terry cloth robe So I asked her I need to borrow a piece of luggage. You shacking up Ah ain't nothing wrong with sex. You have big ones buster. Yeah Dinosaur balls. I'm from Brooklyn Boys don't talk to girls like that in Brooklyn.