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Fifteen Perfection

The brain tends to divide between what's yours and what is mine And what it believes to be wrong and right The brain does not seem to know that we all

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I don't want the handle pass the dot Money got to be the only thing I'm running bout Chasing that alot but I'm fast so I ain't running out Picture perfect

[SQUIRREL:] We've just played fifteen minutes of commercial free music. Of course you're listening to WRMS FM, and we play nothing but De La Slow music

only noise I hear Is the sound of someone stacking chairs And mopping up spilt beer And someone asking questions and basking in the light Of the fifteen

five colt firearm, Remington sixteen guage shot gun Two of them ultra-light machine bombers, AR fifteen and Tommy guns Ready to run into bumbles Rushin

only noise I hear Is the sound of someone stacking chairs And mopping up spilt beer And someone asking questions and basking in the light Of the fifteen

we came Before we gathered fame or had a name Our story hasn't changed with accolades We're still standing and we'll be back again [Pressure:] Standing in line, fifteen

Down in Mississippi It's a perfect time of year To break out the jumper cables And try to crank this ol' John Deere I can't wait to fire it up And put