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In all my fantasies |
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So many fly above my head |
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I sighed see angry |
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So many fly above his head |
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He says, we always have these stars |
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Some street they're in |
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My street street, now sold |
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My street street, now mine |
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Street street, now |
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Street street |
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So many fly above my sighs |
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He sighs, we always have these stars |
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Some street, my human part is |
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So many fly above your head |
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I sighed, see them, be them |
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He sighed, such things are human |
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So many fly above my head |
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I sense the angry part |
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He sighed, such things they leave their pits |
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Pick my feet up proudly, said he, |
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I have sighed, Less of these |
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Lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea |
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Pick my feet up proudly, said he, |
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I have sighed |
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I have sighed, sighed, sighed |
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He said, he said, he said |
