| Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
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| Close your eyes and you could pretend you’re me
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| I’m cut from the cloth of the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| I’m cut from the cloth of the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| Who’s the god of Cape Cod? |
| Who’s higher than hiatus?
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| Who could get away with murder for money and simply vanish? |
| Suit jacket in the
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| casket looking so fantastic, sweater-vest FRESH posing with a tennis racket
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| (yes)
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| So classic
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| (yes)
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| So tragic
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| (yes)
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| Camalot was formed in black magic.
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| There’s lots of sinners eating lobster dinners
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| with some mobster figures, selling lots of liquore.
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| Hair slicked back, 3 piece suits, and shoes polished.
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| Martha’s Vineyard mansion and an ivy league college.
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| Secret societies in a sick fasination, with accidental
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| -deaths, and planned assassinations.
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| The birth of a nation erasing the line thats drawn
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| to define God and Satan.
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| It’s Jack, it’s Bobby, it’s even Teddy.
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| Reversed on my enemy’s the curse of the Kennedy’s.
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| Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
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| Close your eyes and you could pretend you’re me
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| I’m cut from the cloth of the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| I’m cut from the cloth of the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| Demeanor of Joe Senior, overachiever.
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| 'Won't stop til I own the Mona Lisa
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| with a home in Ibiza.
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| Hear the news flash over the speaker?
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| They killing Kennedy’s, keep calm, load up
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| the heater. |
| Bobby’s slumped on podium
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| P.O.T.U.S. |
| is down
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| We got political pull, probly the dopest around
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| We got publicists for damage control
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| Kennedy style
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| Kill a girl by accident, never see trial.
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| Heavenly Father, please wash all of my sins.
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| While I wash away my pain.
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| With this Tonic & Gin.
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| While I vomit in the sink
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| and think of ominous things.
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| Like Atomic bombs,
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| never let the communists win.
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| Live from the Bay of Pigs.
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| It’s obvious lies.
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| When anybody denies
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| all the Mafia ties.
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| You surprised?
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| It’s Jack, it’s Bobby, it’s even Teddy
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| Reversed on my enemies
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| the Curse Of The Kennedys.
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| Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
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| Close your eyes and you could pretend you’re me
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| I’m cut from the cloth of the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s
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| I’m cut from the cloth of the Kennedy’s
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| The Kennedy’s
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| Th-th-the Kennedy’s |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Curse of the Kennedys, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Connecticut Casual, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп