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Once stood a man on my face |
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Ooh yeah, on my face |
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Gobbled him up 'cause my taste |
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Leaves nothing to waste |
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Hear the riddle that |
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I say Hear the riddle that |
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I say What is fair is fair |
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That is fair and square |
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To me Piano it marks the good pace |
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Ooh yeah, the good pace |
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Don't know if it's right, but |
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I like the bass |
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So turn up the bass |
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Hear the fiddles as they play |
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Hear the fiddles as they play |
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What is fair is fair |
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And the guitar player |
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No metal, no brick, was no trace |
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Oh, no, was no trace |
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But machines moved on and still chased |
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No particular place |
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Hear the riddle that |
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I say Hear the riddle that |
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I say What is fair is fair |
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That is fair and square |
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To me What is fair is fair |
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That is fair and square |
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To me |