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♪ Seen on the road, I've turned it slowly around me ♪
♪ Flowers and rope, watered by unseen power ♪
♪ In an ordinary home, empty and still like summer ♪
♪ It's hot to the room, after a cold December, guess it's not so hot ♪
♪ The Beverly Roads, early from bed one morning, so see how it goes ♪
♪ The coffee and ice are drowsing on the dining room ♪
♪ Crushed in a dusty building, so these monsters know ♪
♪ The Daily Mail's read by children, guess it's not so hot ♪
♪ I get my coffee for free these days ♪
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♪ Life in the Caliphate, it's got pretty weird of late ♪
♪ So come and cut off your baby name, the French they all eat ♪
♪ Hot and, hot and, hot and, hot and, hot and, hot and, hot and, hey! ♪