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And through the dust the reels start turning And plays a ... fire And I can't stop the reels from turning I can't stop ... fire And I can't stop the reels from turning I can't stop

hiccup Sugar hiccup or she reels Sugar hiccup Sugar hiccup ... or she reels Sugar hiccup Sugar hiccup, ... hiccup Sugar hiccup or she reels Sugar hiccup Sugar hiccup

Why do you keep Spending my reels for you A dozen times seems ... Why do you keep Spending my reels for you A dozen times seems

But I was mad for jigs and reels Drinkin' dirty big pints of ... Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides Think of you,

in the fun Of the jigs and reels. I'm handing you no blarney ... in the fun Of the jigs and reels. I'm handing you no blarney

climb up), (but the rocks and reels makes the going tough), just

this way before Violence reels in the underground Yes, I

and toe now To the jigs and reels 'Cause somebody's got a

oh how it clings to me It reels and calls me towards it,

my arm Cubicles and cotton reels The hum of the machines I

of control She gracefully reels me in, and oh Here she

Tall and strong, she dips and reels, I call her Silver Heels,

encore And it’s real beyond reels, way beyond skills Motion ... encore And it’s real beyond reels, way beyond skills Motion

force Your blown mind reels in torture True doom locked

scenes Running from the reels Beauty and madness to be

mind in knots - My stomach reels In concern for what I might

and my other boy he got the reels and everything we going into

She baits her hook and she reels'em in She's got a black

for burning masks And reels of dream unrolled..

hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine

did play The jigs and the reels, the rattling of heels

unsung The suffocating reels of heavenly cunts Habits

night vision you high-light reels I lace my drug deals As you

the flames We dance to our reels Pronouncing our rites

vague traces Of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine

vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme to your tambourine

primeval still And pagan reels would stir the crooked boughs

I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own

rhyme that I’ve said over reels That’s how I became paranoid

and wills Killed mics and reels We done rock Shows abroad,

Wherein one insane eye still reels Towards horizons misbegot

dope, found on director's reels Bobby Digital may switch