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And now for something completely different.
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| Living on the road, my friend, was gonna keep you free and clean... | |
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| Now you wear your skin like iron... your breath's as hard as kerosene... | |
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| o/~ Weren't your mama's lonely boy, but her favorite one, it seems... she began to cry when you said goodbye... o/~ | |
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| o/~ And sank into your dreeeams... o/~ | |
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Yes, it's an in-joke, don't worry.
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| I have to go to rehearsal now. | |
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