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Always A Pleasure, Never A Chore!
Really, It’s Nothing |
And as i sit here
Blowin smoke rings
The fag in between
Nicotine stained fingers
The train pulls in
But not my station
The express expresses, tellin me about
The state of the nation
Two girls frolick
In school uniforms
A couple start kissin
And a baby is born
Dont be dismayed
Your time will come
You’ll see the birth
Of a brand new sun
We’ll live forever and a day
Take the shit
Come what may
Two girls frolick... |
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