....twilight...???? I've seen your place before, I've tread thid field ??? I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade my city to the scope, my ???? spokes my ???? but she'll never never know my ?? has a ??? ??? ??? I come from lots of???? my very modest tricks my pricks and belly rose (?) my operation blows ??? my big pollution grows I never spoke of flood my ????? ??????..... (AAARRGGHH!!! Okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried! I'm sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with a man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this song. I'll get back with you.....Deborah)
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