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Pack up your troubles in your old gym bag
You gotta dance to the tune of bolivian ragamuffin
I’ll take short brakes
Love her ’til the ice breaks
Stand on the seashore lookin’ at the city
See the street light look like a lady on the titty
In the wax museum everybody can see themselves
As others can see them but nobody wants to be the baby
Tough break - cabbage head
Try to get a salad made
Hold my pickle, hold the lettuce
Session waters don’t upset us
Kid’s span face looks so even like a needle
Never make third base like a toilet bowl cleaner
Like an squawk-eight fool with the dooner over double
If I have to do rock a roller up a jello
Statiol coverslag, smokin’ bowl no feelin’ high
Burn and people, try to let us
Hush I’m for hm, what I’m saying
See me kiss - can you prepance
Waitin’ for - gotta have a dance
Say me now - say all I need is a chance
I ain’t gonna do it...
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