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Thursday Lyrics

blow out the candles tonight
I don't want any light
wasted film americana fills my mouth
but evn light doesn't taste good
that's why mc's spit out
faced with conservative complace
we turn away ti rinse with act
still this selfish plague lingers
like twelve years of drum disease
mix black, white, new orleans, new york
and gargle twice
daily
drops of art's saline
whatwe saw clearly in the wonb
most wont know at thirty
it's a thursday and i sit at home
wirried of soul hygene
like nat used all the trane
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Center:Level:Roar (2003)
To Come Together Round One Culture: Envy: War Brooklyn Diaspora Human Nature, Part 2 Thursday The Movement Avalanche Nate McCavish Handbills for No Man Camouflage Is an Elegy Under Your Influence V.I.P. And Leave Alone