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Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building.
If I only could
Be running up that hill
With no problems
Be running up that hill
With no problems
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- Let's spend the night together
- Sleep, those little slices of death. Or somesuch.
- Still pretty effing tired.
- Mother mother can you hear me, sure I'm sober sure...
- Be running up that road, be running up that hill, ...
- NO! SLEEP! TILL BROOKLYN!
- And you think you have it still, heaven inside you
- I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena
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