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Cash lyrics
Do your math!
Eat your clams!
I always hated the L.A. Rams.
Climb up on the roof,
[To watch the police ?]
As a shadow wanders across your room.
[Get the wind back?]
[I want a paper towel?]
Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Roger Crowell.
Groom your trees, groom your shrubs,
Pounding pictures in a labored pose
Conspiracy to keep me under wraps, I signed the document, well I guess my ass is grass.
Stoke a candle, thumb through a book, a autobiography of an infamous crook.
Part of these releases
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- Track 7 on Left to His Own Devices
- 6 We Should Be So Brave
- 8 In Amongst the Millions
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