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her uncle won't support her nowhe loves his masons morebut their boy scouts songs all jabble onas they [fought] to gore some whoresshe says, "you won't get me homeyou won't get me homeeverything i ownis gone"they built a wall around the townto keep her plague withinuntil all of the uncleaner diedatoning for their sinyou won't get me homeyou won't get me homeleave my mouth aloneyou're old -- you're old!you won't get me hometo jump my tired bonesnow leave my mouth aloneand go! go! go!the prince of caledoniahe tried to tease old badand he peddles skag and hamiltonhe's the reality man, reality manyou're not your own executioner, noyou're not your own executioner, noyou're not your own executionereven though they tell youthey tell youthey tell youthey tell you so!
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