Blues Traveler - Hook (i love this fat fucker. Especially since he got busted with illegal firearms near me. Listening to this with my sister. First CD) [04:19] | Poal: Say what you want.

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Blues Traveler - Hook (i love this fat fucker. Especially since he got busted with illegal firearms near me. Listening to this with my sister. First CD) [04:19] (m.youtube.com)

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This song is the jewish method and ever since I noticed I cannot unhear. "It doesn't matter what I say / So long as I sing with inflection / That makes you feel that I'll convey / Some inner truth or vast reflection." I hope that fat fuck dies of diabetes.

It doesn't matter what I say So long as I sing with inflection That makes you feel I'll convey Some inner truth or vast reflection But I've said nothing so far And I can keep it up for as long as it takes And it don't matter who you are If I'm doing my job, it's your resolve that breaks

[Hook] Because the Hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The Hook brings you back On that you can rely [Verse 2] There is something amiss I am being insincere In fact I don't mean any of this Still my confession draws you near To confuse the issue I'll refer To familiar heroes from long ago No matter how much Peter loved her What made the Pan refuse to grow

[Hook] Was that the hook that brings you back I ain't telling you no lie The hook brings you back On that you can rely

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3] Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn Make a desperate move or else you'll win And then begin to see what you're doing to me This MTV is not for free It's so PC it's killing me So, desperately, I sing to thee of love Sure, but also of rage and hate and pain and fear of self And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf I've tried -- well, no, in fact, I lied Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside To hide or slide I'll do as I'll decide And let it ride until I've died And only then shall I abide this tide Of catchy little tunes Of hip three minute ditties I wanna bust all your balloons I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground I've found I will not mess around Unless I play, then hey, I will go on all day Hear what I say, I have a prayer to pray That's really all this was And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck I don't rely on luck because The hook brings you back I ain't telling you no lie The hook On that you can rely

This song is the jewish method and ever since I noticed I cannot unhear. "It doesn't matter what I say / So long as I sing with inflection / That makes you feel that I'll convey / Some inner truth or vast reflection." I hope that fat fuck dies of diabetes. It doesn't matter what I say So long as I sing with inflection That makes you feel I'll convey Some inner truth or vast reflection But I've said nothing so far And I can keep it up for as long as it takes And it don't matter who you are If I'm doing my job, it's your resolve that breaks [Hook] Because the Hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The Hook brings you back On that you can rely [Verse 2] There is something amiss I am being insincere In fact I don't mean any of this Still my confession draws you near To confuse the issue I'll refer To familiar heroes from long ago No matter how much Peter loved her What made the Pan refuse to grow [Hook] Was that the hook that brings you back I ain't telling you no lie The hook brings you back On that you can rely [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn Make a desperate move or else you'll win And then begin to see what you're doing to me This MTV is not for free It's so PC it's killing me So, desperately, I sing to thee of love Sure, but also of rage and hate and pain and fear of self And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf I've tried -- well, no, in fact, I lied Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside To hide or slide I'll do as I'll decide And let it ride until I've died And only then shall I abide this tide Of catchy little tunes Of hip three minute ditties I wanna bust all your balloons I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground I've found I will not mess around Unless I play, then hey, I will go on all day Hear what I say, I have a prayer to pray That's really all this was And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck I don't rely on luck because The hook brings you back I ain't telling you no lie The hook On that you can rely

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Think it's criticizing the jewish method

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Paul Shaffer is in this video think again goy.

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Yeah. Don't like that bald faggot. You know he cowrote it's raining men?

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