Since the start of the 17th century
There's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air
And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all »
The Voracious March of Godliness No Substance
by Bad Religion
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To an unseasonal chill
You ask a favor
You know I will
And the rain comes a surprise
We fly across the railroad ties
I feel the danger
The foolish thrill
Oh »
Collecting You Become You
by Indigo Girls
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his name if the dick's the same Which is lame, but for some dumb reason The last bum seeps into your dreams and you become unseasoned Then one evening, »
Idiot Gear Mellow Beats, Spirits & Freedom
by Louis Logic
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