Nhạc sĩ: Alexandra Greenwood, Alexander Rice, Benjamin Mack, Henry Young, Oliver Dewdney, Robert Knaggs
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I'll get back to the point, these children are parasites.
Roll me under the bus, I'm not a second too soon.
So far now from the problems of the poor.
If the lift starts down, they can crawl along, but
I'll get back to the point, game's set like a Roman pit.
Take your turn at the wheel, the pot will swallow the coke.
Approaching the power-up that we can.
There's something in this middle English air.
For the first time.
For the first time.
For the first time.
Not always, but the point you see.
I'll get back to the point, these children are parasites.
Popped in with stories that tell me it's a narrative age.
It's strange how there's no seasons anymore.
Still the sunbeams float in England, but no.
I'll get back to the point, game's set like a Roman pit.
Take your turn at the wheel, the pot will swallow the coke.
Approaching the power-up that we can.
There's something in this middle English air.
For the first time.
For the first time.
For the first time.
Not always, but the point you see.
For the first time.
For the first time.
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