Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . . (REYER thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano, and attempts to attract attention using signals. Al the height of the mayhem, the piano
blessed business. FIRMIN I keep asking you, monsieur, why exactly are you retiring? LEFEVRE (ignoring this, calls his attention to the continuing ballet) We take
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with three lighters I acquired the previous night And there I was do or die She was approximately five feet away from my frame So I decided to take a
and drip blood on my ankle ??? we gone ride for this, my niggas die for this see I'm hurtin' my dogs got twenty-five for this seizure done, I run wit'
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everything five and six Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
Dave are to take a percentages that Could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking Oregon From playing piano
get caught up in their rules And live according to my own And not be used, not be used To find the fundamental truths It was going to take some time Thirty five