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Big Easy It's Tuesday night and I'm home alone and feel the moments and wish I were in them and wish you there while others laugh lustily down on the street crowded in fancy immorality as we sit in the smoky dragon's den and sip champagne sucking life's blood out of the thick New Orleans air. |
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