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Morrison Van T B Sheets

, Lord, Lord is a fool's room, a fool's room. And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B. I gotta go, I gotta

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, Lord, Lord is a fool's room, a fool's room. And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B. I gotta go, I gotta

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room, Lord, Lord is a fool's room, a fool's room. And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B. I gotta go, I gotta

room, Lord, Lord is a fool's room, a fool's room. And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, T.B. I gotta go, I gotta