.....Ready now, my baby coming through we getting faded oh i thought you knew Steady now, don't you fall of the edge Everybody lit the party will never end.....
.....Ready now, my baby coming through we getting faded oh i thought you knew Steady now, don't you fall of the edge Everybody lit the party will never end.....
.....ready now, my baby coming through we getting faded oh i thought you knew Steady now, don't you fall of the edge Everybody lit the party will never end.....
.....ready now, my baby coming through we getting faded oh i thought you knew Steady now, don't you fall of the edge Everybody lit the party will never end.....
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<.7.9.7.6.>(Chorus) ready now, my baby coming through we getting faded oh <choUrus>I<choUrus> thought you knew Steady now, don't you fall of the edge everybody lit the party will never end(choruS)<.7.9.7.6.>
<.7.9.7.6.>(Chorus) ready now, my baby coming through we getting faded oh <choUrus>I<choUrus> thought you knew Steady now, don't you fall of the edge everybody lit the party will never end(choruS)<.7.9.7.6.>
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.