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The Gods Of Basketball
you see clearly in their heaaaads. they make you wish. that you were deaaad. but you will come to show them allllll. the sacred game of basketbaalllll.
Take You There
Ain't got no rhyme or reason. Ain't got no soul to speak of. I ain't got no compass. Or no sense of self direction. But I'll call you when I get there.
Take U There
ain't got no rhyme or reason. ain't got no soul to speak of. i ain't got no compass. or no sense of self direction. but i'll call you when i get there.
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