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, how I stride like that. Instrumental OliverHeldens. Chorus bbno$. When I popped off, then your girl gave me just a little bit of lockjaw. Baby so cold, he from the north, he from the Canada. Bankroll
not her fault you know. You cannot blame me though. I wanna have them all. I know it but the truth is that. I am just an OliverOliverOliverOliver Twist. Just an Oliver. OliverOliverOliver
and bring him home Oliver James washed in the rain no longer. Oliver James washed in the rain no longer On the kitchen table that your grandfather did make. You in your delicate way will slowly clean
& Oliver Tree. 'Cause you'll just do it again. And you'll * all my friends, and you'll just * with my head. And I'm so done with the mess you left embedded in lead. I want you out of my life, I'm sick
