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ambition And Love Wearing Boxing Gloves and Singing Hearts And Flowers
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a Star Above The City In The Northern Chill a Baby Being Born To The Overkill no Say No Place To Go a T.v. And A Radio
amibition And Love Wearing Boxing Gloves and Singing Hearts And Flowers
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but Who Could Heal what's Never Been As One and Our Hearts Have Been Torn since The Day We Were Born just Like Anyone
from Westwood To Hollywood the One Thing That's Understood is That You Can't Buy Time but You Can Sell Your Soul and The Closest Thing To Heaven Is To Rock And Roll