15 July 2008
This one's for you good friend and brother If I would slip, if I would kill her Then take these words spread them above her Tell her I never could love her
Take me to the place where the white boys dance. Take me to the place where they run and play. My baby is gone, you might have a chance. Just take me to the place where the white boys... dance.
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