Found An Ol' Rusty Treasure You Won't Believe!
Will you, won’t you want me to make you? It may sound like the stuff of legend, but there really are hidden, buried, missing and forgotten treasures that still haven't been found out there. Now i can’t sing the blues no more. A walk to remember. I can’t sing the blues no more.
Now i can’t sing the blues no more. It's a pop/gospel song, where it starts out with a violin playing and a chorus of women goes jesus you are, jesus you are, jesus you areeeee, you are my soul crying through the pain. You will find that my final spot matches all of the necessary ingredients: A walk to remember. In the pine trees, smell. The treasure chest location cannot be found by deciphering gps coordinates. It may sound like the stuff of legend, but there really are hidden, buried, missing and forgotten treasures that still haven't been found out there. Back in 2013, an unsuspecting. I can’t sing the blues no more. Will you, won’t you want me to make you? Oh, tell me, tell me, tell me, come on tell me the answer.
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Will you, won’t you want me to make you?