Jesus Christ, it is Saturday and there are jackhammers blasting the asphalt in front of our house. The frame of the house is shaking. The cat hiding behind my books is shaking. I haven't slept except in naps since Sunday. How can this be legal? At nine in the morning on a weekend, even people who aren't us are asleep.
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- 1: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 2: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 3: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 4: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 5: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 6: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
- 7: I spoke of crimes and of my friends in the same breath
- 8: You've got to live the life you're fighting for
- 9: Neuial a ran dre ar ruzenn
- 10: We have come to dance this dance to please the company
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