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♪ Bears, cucumbers, shades and fungi, some are buried from the nose.
♪ Fetishes of every type, fighting out on a joy more hype.
♪ An act that we all know, even though it's movie-blown.
♪ Deep's the road, so they stay in line, and from the line of day.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Watch them jump, you can take them all, and right down to their pits.
♪ So *** yourself another twirl, chop them up into yourself.
♪ Now they're running the wheel, you can be happy or fella.
♪ A penal act of love, it's time they fall down as a turbo-plugger.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
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♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
♪ Humans have a trail.
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