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For rolly
And I know how it's to be
there is nothing more
I got my ceiling, motor and mail
I only know the
Eight times of fel-an-fo-fi
Like cobalt cast and clean
I got a
Los ticka toe rest
Might like-a sender doe-ree
Your make a doll
Platoon, file in
Come on, you knuckleheads
Move it, move it, move
I'm sin done in water
You might be over hill
He's somebody's
She was my way to fee and I grut my
Croak radio gives me the shakes
That's no surprise
?Cuz I can
Next time you gimme your gaze
Think about mork sinny goal
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