….twilight…????
I’ve seen your place before, i’ve tread thid field ???
I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
My city to the scope, my ???? spokes
My ????
But she’ll never never know
My ?? has a ???
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I come from lots of????
My very modest tricks
My pricks and belly rose (?)
My operation blows
???
My big pollution grows
I never spoke of flood
My ?????
??????…..
(aaarrgghh!!! okay, i give up for now; this may not be right, but at least i tried!
I’m sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with
A man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this
Song. i’ll get back with you…..deborah)
