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Dead Soul Tribe Some Things You Can T Return

Some people bring their stones Never take them home Things you can't return Some people leave their bones Some things you can't return Houses have

cellar Watch hell ah, freeze over take you lower break you bold Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul Put whiskey in your soda or vodka Chop you

you're luggin' Come to think, your face look stink when Dill's around you He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you? You shouldn't flip on

one Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill

if you ddin't know [Shock G & Humpty Hump] A: you burn that shit, you can't be a friend to me B: if you don't recognize the dealer as the enemy C: shuttin