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No time to fuck, but you like the rush
And where would we be without sums
Deals we make
Brown paper bag, makes for a hat
When it rains on your head mate
Cheers for that
When the world stops for snow
When you laugh I'm inside
Your mouth
Sucking the sun
Baboons and birds
With the weight of you dear
I forgot
Brown paper bag, makes for a hat
When it rains on your head mate
Cheers for that
When the world stops for snow
When you laugh I'm inside
Your mouth
Oh just go dear
Feels a tear
When you laugh I'm inside
Your mouth
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