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Combo Novo

hard for a damn good while But now I?m combing my hair in a brand new style Combing my hair, yeah Combing my hair, yeah Combing my hair, yeah Combing

blue comb out the window, somewhere on I-70. Dad said, "I'm sorry, but we can't go back," We're never going back to get it. It was the first comb I

a combine. I can never truly hold you. I can never truly hold. Goddamn it, call on the land line. I tore my hands off in a combine. Land mine. Straight line. Combine