Sour metal smells in a lonely barrel
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don't render me the sorriest parody...
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Potty gobbed fickle mob clamour for climax
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don't render me the sorriest parody...
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Be blasted or be lambasted instead
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don't render me the sorriest parody...
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cheerio chaps, cheerio goodbye
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cheerio chaps, even cheer me if I die
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For me snivellin¡¯, for me sufferin¡¯, for me constant cowerin¡¯
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I get this¡¦
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My pain played back, like crude happy slap, and for the laff
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I get this¡¦
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Another cosmos, beneath the big top, when I belly flop
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I get this¡¦
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no not hugged or hand shook,
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just left bereft, well walloped, wanting to have warwhoopfully have wept
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So I gloat, with gritted grin
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To cheat my chin into keeping the womanly wibbling in
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cheerio chaps, cheerio goodbye
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cheerio chaps, even cheer me if I die
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For me snivellin¡¯, for me sufferin¡¯, for me constant cowerin¡¯
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I get this¡¦
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My pain played back, like crude happy slap, and for the laff
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I get this¡¦
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Another cosmos, beneath the big top, when I belly flop
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I get this¡¦
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Cheerio Chaps, Cheerio Goodbye
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