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I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
Hold these between your knees if you want to set a Cuban beat.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?