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2003-04-06 - 10:00 p.m. she rode the slug line into the city all alone and looking pretty i offered rides whenever she could we spoke of love and brotherhood but it didn't go much farther than that she jammed the brakes and took off like a bat out of hell must this spell try to fell every dream I foretell it's ok, all is well I'm convinced in my cell all alone and looking pretty she rides the slug line into the city i offered rides whenever she could she last replied, "I'm ok, it's all good." � � |