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I finally learned that the market's righteous holler Comes from a pale face on a paper dollar And I betcha got few bucks in your hemp wallet So throw a tiny wrench in the fiber optic wires Morals are...
Both: While A-rovin' on a winter's night And a-drinkin' good old wine, Thinkin' about that dear little girl, She broke this heart of mine. She is like a bud of rose, That blooms in the month of June....