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Yo
Yo
Yo
Oh the suburban fumbling
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have the shout of barbarage and our rice whistling
Can't hear anything at all Mother chance
to litter the abode of frustration
You know all the suicides are fake Darling
always chasing through the distance
So many so much more that he can't take
From the
Oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh.
Fats 20
Oh,
now a woman in his headlights,
a pain upstairs that makes his eyes fall back.
Hey!
Hey!
I'm a son of a dog,
Scottish way.
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