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Oliver Twisted

	作词 : Divine
	Once I had a friend called
	Oliver Twisted,
	Who used to think he was a brand and gifted,
	Stupendisly handsome,
	Beautifully smart,
	He had no heart.
	On his own he was all alone,
	He wanted more than he ever got.
	Once I had a friend called
	Oliver Twisted,
	Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it,
	Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain.
	Once I had a friend called
	Oliver Twisted,
	Who lived on the edge or so he insisted,
	Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul.

	zuò cí : Divine
	Once I had a friend called
	Oliver Twisted,
	Who used to think he was a brand and gifted,
	Stupendisly handsome,
	Beautifully smart,
	He had no heart.
	On his own he was all alone,
	He wanted more than he ever got.
	Once I had a friend called
	Oliver Twisted,
	Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it,
	Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain.
	Once I had a friend called
	Oliver Twisted,
	Who lived on the edge or so he insisted,
	Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul.