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for the most part i'm really quite sick of that whiney ass tear stained poetry lyrics that seems so prevalent today but i love the king of them, bright eyes. they might be giants are lyrical gods that don't get the fucking credit they deserve. give it up for tmbg motherufuckers!
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I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your fuckin' mouth.-bill hicks
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