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I still can smell a rat.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<li>\n<h3>(Hallelujah) Rose<\/h3>\n<div>\n<p>The Brandy Bar&#8217;s a good hang for poetry and prose<br \/>You can feel the love, from your head down to your toes<br \/>On Songwriter Wednesdays a big crowd always shows<br \/>To hear Annie Wenz sing &#8220;Hallelujah Rose.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Of course there&#8217;s Todd and Meg, and David Miller always goes<br \/>Mona, Nancy, Angela, and that guy who works at Moe&#8217;s<br \/>Rich Brock with his toolbox full of all those harps he blows<br \/>He&#8217;ll make &#8217;em moan on &#8220;Hallelujah Rose.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Come on down, request the song that everybody knows<br \/>It&#8217;s Annie Wenz&#8217;s &#8220;Hallelujah Rose&#8221;<br \/>Play Annie Wenz&#8217;s &#8220;Hallelujah Rose.&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<hr>\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\n<!-- 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