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So I'm ready to leave, Polly you're sure that you want me to go?
Brush it off my sleeve, Polly your fleece was white as snow
I can taste the glue holding the smile upon my face
When I think of you scrubbing the stain
Face me
Make me
So I'm ready to leave, Polly you're sure that you want me to go?
Brush it off my sleeve, Polly your fleece was white as snow
I can taste the glue holding the smile upon my face
When I think of you scrubbing the stain
Face me
Make me
To beg to me
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