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| Mate! I'm zonked absolutely spent, I think I'm gonna give up my eyes for lent, I'll use my sockets to stock stones instead, And with an icy cold stare, I'll hide bones in your bed. Mate! Please accept this invitation, 'Cause there's a one in 40 thousand chance that Roll up for the knees up business, Instead of staring at your Stella desperately for inspiration, Mate! What the fuck are you going on about? This is a draconian law I protest, | |
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