| I’m walking on the southern street, get to the river ‘fore it runs too low.
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| I’m walking on the southern street, get to the river ‘fore it runs too low.
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| Old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine.
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| Old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from a bottle of wine.
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| «The one that you are looking for, you’re not gonna find her here.»
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| «The one that you are looking for, you’re not gonna find her here, here.»
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| I’m runnin’on the northeast street, get to the ocean ‘fore it runs too low.
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| I’m runnin’on the northeast street, get to the ocean ‘fore it runs too low,
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| Get to the ocean ‘fore it runs too low.
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| «The one that you are looking for, you’re not gonna find her here.»
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| «The one that you are looking for, you’re not gonna find her here, here.»
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| Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said, «You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town.»
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| Old gypsy woman spoke to me, said, «You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town.»
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| «You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town.»
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| «You're a wolf, boy, get out of this town.»
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| «You're a wolf.»
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| «You're a wolf.»
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| «You're a wolf.»
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| «You're a wolf.» |