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 A very cool guy in a paper smoulder he speaks the true language of nerve * Ah teach me to sing tick song and reggae sit down and toy with my mouth * I'm ravenous and he puts on digestive airs it's one big exhaust bar, man * Girls in bras in cars and golden guys go crazy * There's a blue green globe in the pupil of my eye it's called a hurricane patch * Now here is a voice a joy mover it's coming for me the deep guest * Esther Merveille and her marvellous bee a bee abeille oh boy * Oh mercy he is singing good let's feel his ear * Lotos hand swollen red plum it's a body joy not to be toppled by thought. |
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