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Wry rye song 2My voice is drowning in the crowd The fair ground lives of other peoples livesWry rye song 2
Clash and collide Derailed by regret, the mounting up of guilt, Of badly made consumer goods, And manufactured pop punk bands, The train to freedom will be late.
I stand, a prisoner to public transport And I see how Boxed in people in boxed in cars crawl slowly to the jobs they hate Kids from school go past in leather seats. And do not offer me a lift. A man in a van beeps his horn And points to my regulation grey school legs Grin on his face, sex is just another
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Give me men, White Russians, and chocolate bars
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Give me men, White Russians, and chocolate bars
'Til I cry out "Enough, by far!"
[link]
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Snatch the bacon out your mouth and dance upon your sarnie.
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shes got cheek bones like geomatry and eyes like sin. she was sexually inlightened by cosmopolitin
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shes got cheek bones like geomatry and eyes like sin. she was sexually inlightened by cosmopolitin
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