Put this down for the record
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It’s more or less un-checkered
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Wasted days and wasted nights
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Made me a fucking beggar
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No soul, my milk is curdled
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I’m the burgermeister of purgatory
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Look out for that hot plate
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Guess that’s all you got, great
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You put the cock in cocktail, man
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Well I put the tail ina€|WAIT!
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Watch me walk
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Blowtorch a hole in the armor
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And I don’t need the tip
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I am in love with your daughter
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And though she has no need
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I’m the one who’s got some trotters
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You’ve many mouths to feed
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INDIE CINDY
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Be in love with me
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I beg for you to carry me
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Mixed messages from Sir Naff
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Please authenticate
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Just to be sure that you’re a sap
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Set for stun automatica
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Crap is their operative
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Locomotive of the longest death
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There goes Indie Cindy whose
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Sails were black when it was windy
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We offed ourselves in a lover’s pact
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We threw ourselves into the sea
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Well looksie what the wind washed back
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As we follow the bouncing ball
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They call this dance the washed up crawl
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I am in love with your daughter
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And though she has no need
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I’m the one who’s got some trotters
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You’ve many mouths to feed
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I am in love with your daughter
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And though she has no need
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I’m the one who’s got some trotters
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You’ve many mouths to feed
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INDIE CINDY
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Be in love with me
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I beg for you to carry me
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INDIE CINDY
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Be in love with me
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I beg for you to carry me
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INDIE CINDY
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Be in love with me
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I beg for you to carry me
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I beg for you to carry me
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I beg for you to carry me
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Indie Cindy
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