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Atlas

Card carrying members Oh, we're the Lords of the Atlas We're the Lords, yeah, we're the Lords of the Atlas Yeah, we're the Lords of the Atlas Sitting

A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds Will get sand in his face when kicked to the ground. And soon in the gym with a determined chin, The sweat from

off Scot-fucking-free And we all did This truckers atlas roads the ways The freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone This truckers atlas

You've seen it all a thousand times (You've seen it all a thousand times) You've heard it all before (You've heard it all before) You've danced the steps

in the dark Go find the arc Show them the Atlas' 'n' Marker You walk into school like you got nothin' to win They won't let you in without Atlas' 'n'

desk in the city we find Our trembling punch-drunken fighter Who can't find the strength now to punish The length of the ribbon in his little typewriter Poor fractured Atlas

But a deltoid and a bicep, a hot groin and a tricep Makes me shake, makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the...hand. In just seven days I can make

Moustahil ansalikaan Ansalikaan, ayam zaman Ahbab couna sawa Couna sawa, ana winta sawa Moustahil ansalikaan Ansalikaan, ayam zaman Ahbab couna sawa

Well, I love this town like you do We'll burn it to the ground Pack your things and then you're gone Call a new place home Like you do, like you do Like