The Sun that sets, when love is put to rest.
Or is this a test? To check on the boo.
My bad, this is Casper, a dead lingering spirit.
What's the Good Word? The next habitual lyric.
To keep it real, to judge the dead.
When I was young, the col
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Critical mass, to critique the heathen masses.
To see through it all in the shade, the new futuristic glasses.
Down to rations, and ye have no faith.
The last U.S. President was America's big disgrace.
And these down south women are all about the chas
