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You wired me awake, and hit me with a hand of broken nails.

I've seen diamonds cut through harder men.

Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more.

Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree.

You wanted perfect, you got your perfect, but now I'm too perfect for you.

Just Like You Imagined.

I bet you'd look good on the dancefloor.

A little less conversation, a little more action please.

Some of those that run forces are the same that burn crosses.

Amerikanlar, eskidi bunlar, Törkiş kovboylar.

Sweet child in time.