Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
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Who used to think he was a brand and gifted,
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Stupendisly handsome, Beautifully smart,
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He had no heart.
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On his own he was all alone,
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He wanted more than he ever got.
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Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
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Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it,
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Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain.
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Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
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Who lived on the edge or so he insisted,
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Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul.
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Oliver Twisted
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