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BECK >> Merchandise Links
BECK
Put my bony fingers on my sliding coffin Drag upon the rag It's a thing we gotta do Kill my inspiration Drowning in your Stationwagon Pushing like a fishing pole And just to spread the leg on the cracker And the magic chicken claw Fridge is full, a carton of milk, butter, rabbit 'n' juice
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