In the morning there's a buzz of flies
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Between the pillows and the skies
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That beg into your eyes
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Through the looking glass
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And between your thighs
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And it's written no small surprise
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Let's straight down the rabbit hole
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There we go
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I've been meaning to tell you
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A sentimental thing that occurred to me
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I've been waiting to show you
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A set of photographs
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That'll make you laugh and smile
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You might wanna stick one on his nose
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Around his teeth, down this drug hole of him
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They've nowhere else to go
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In the morning there's a buzz of flies
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Between the pillows and the skies
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That beg into your eyes
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Through the looking glass
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And between your thighs
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And it's written no small surprise
|
Let's straight down the rabbit hole
|
There we go
|
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I've been meaning to tell you
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A sentimental thing that occurred to me
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I've been waiting to show you
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A set of photographs
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Through The Looking Glass
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| Babyshambles |
