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bob dylan—murder most foul
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in EsotericaIt was a dark day in Dallas, November ’63 A day that will live on in infamy President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?” “Of course…
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Knox Bronson—Heaven In Here
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in iPhonismThe Rolling Stones—Heaven Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised Kissing and running, kissing and running away Kissing and running, kissing and running away Senses be praised Senses be praised You’re my saving grace, saving grace Nothing will harm you Nothing will…
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