Author: Otto S. Fishbein

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There’s so many people who can talk and talk and talk and just say nothing or nearly nothing — I have used up all the scale I know and at the end I’ve come to nothing, or nearly nothing.

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You’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older. And now you’re even older…and now you’re even older. You’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older. And now you’re older still.

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Dance with me, my old friend, once before we go. Let’s pretend this song won’t end and we never have to go home — and we’ll dance among the chandeliers…And nothing matters when we’re dancing
In tat or tatters you’re entrancing. Be we in Paris or in Lansing, nothing matters when we’re dancing

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“There really isn’t any need for bloodshed, you just do it with a little more finesse. If you can slip a tablet into someone’s coffee, then it avoids an awful lot of mess.”

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For I’ve got something to help you understand! Something waiting there beneath the sand…My metal detector Is with me all of the time; I’m the inspector over the mine!

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From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris. Came to America to find liberty; Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery. But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me.

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Well, a rat always knows when he’s in with weasels; here you lose a little everyday. Well, I remember when a million was a million…they all have way to make you pay.

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Am I incapable of healing the memory of my fall from grace in your heart? I’m on my journey home with no fuel, alone…I think I’ll coast a while. I’m not gonna cry; I got more time to give.

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it’s good to be here gettin’ fly with the raps we love it where we from but we kick it where we at in amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks soakin’ in the ghetto for kids that have not

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Animals in the midnight zone; when you own the world, you’re always home. “Get your hands dirty,” “roll up them sleeves;” brainwashed or true believers?
Buy flash cars, diamond rings and expensive holes to bury things!