The mongrel cat came home
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holding half a head
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Proceeded to show it off
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to all his new found friends
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he said "i been where i liked
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i slept with who i liked
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she ate me up for breakfast
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and screwed me in a vice
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and now i don't know why
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i feel so tongue-tied"
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i sat in the cupboard
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and wrote it down in neat
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they were cheering and waving
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cheering and waving
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twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis
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but it got edited fucked up
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strangled, beaten up
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used as a photo in Time magazine
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buried in a burning black hole in Devon
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"i don¡¯t know why
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i feel so tongue-tied
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don¡¯t know why
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i feel so skinned alive."
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My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
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I twitch and i salivate like with myxomatosis
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you should put me in a home or you should put me down
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I got myxomatosis
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I got myxomatosis
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"now no one likes a smart arse but we all like stars"
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that wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason
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it must have got mixed up
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strangled, beaten up
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i got myxomatosis
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i got myxomatosis
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"i don¡¯t know why
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i feel so tongue-tied"
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Remyxomatosis
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Radiohead |