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Tulkojums: Gaida, Tom. In Shades.
in the door and started whoopin her ass worse than before they first got divorced and started throwin over furniture, it's the return of the .. oh wait
(Esham) The red of blood I seen it come in 25 shades Just your ordinary average homicide days Long ago a homie told me, yo that crime pays Now I'm
(Esham) The red of blood I seen it come in 25 shades Just your ordinary average homicide days Long ago a homie told me, yo that crime pays No I'm
are you? About six, on my BMX, doin tricks Back to Middlesex with a couple of poor white trashy brats Everything was coochie crunch till it was time for lunch They said to wait
on the, on the film . . . Yeah, she used to be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? 6:51 Aynsley: You're Tom
call 911 You gon' do WHAT? WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin WAIT
dream smoke, it was the radio that groaned out the hit parade and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards creaked and an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow shade
dreams now it's raining it's pouring and hollywods just fine swindle a little out of her dreams put a letter in the sign never trust a scarecrow wearin' shades
(Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan) A cloud lets go of the moon Her ribbons are all out of tune She is skating on the ice In a glass in the hands of a man That
know (sinks into Tom Waits voice) You know even ol', you know even, You know even ol' Tom Waits, uh...... You know even ol' Tom Waits has been.........
Jean] You gon' do WHAT? WAIT! Yo turn up your musics louder WAIT! All my people in the system Jeep WAIT! All my people goin to school early in the mornin WAIT
good grades The future's so bright I gotta wear shades I gotta wear shades, I gotta wear shades Oh Oh Oh Gotta wear shades. Got to wear shades I'm heavenly
be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? [6:51] Aynsley: You're Tom Wilson? Carl: Yeah. Aynsley
