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Drugs+drugs+rock+roll
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Join Date: Jul 2004
Location: Portland, OR
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Sep 16th, 2005, 09:51 PM
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
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