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Fifty bears jumped on my neck |
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And fago told me it would come back, yeah! |
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He said: "Sometimes it's very painful |
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When they are biting and trying to suck, suck!" |
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You see, this evening as an executioner |
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Tormented me again |
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And lost apostles kicked my ass! |
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Kicked so strong |
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And the colored lady did nothing |
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To make me feel well |
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They killed my soul |
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I wanted it cos I'm a fool In Rome you will take your vengeance |
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-Rocca was sure |
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It is to be ninety-two, yeah! |
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-Some guys will cry |
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And the city always knows where I'm going |
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In it;s swollen dead body |
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The city will send apostles |
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The city's not stupid |
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Waitin' 4, waitin' 4 |
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Fago wrote me a letter, |
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He said: "I got no money |
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For bread, for wine, and for condoms, either but..." |
