....twilight...? ? ? ? I've seen your place before, I've tread thid field ? ? ? I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade My city to the scope, my ? ? ? ? spokes My ? ? ? ? But she'll never never know My ? ? has a ? ? ?
? ? ? ? ? ? I come from lots of? ? ? ? My very modest tricks My pricks and belly rose (? ) My operation blows ? ? ? My big pollution grows I never spoke of flood My ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? .....
(aaarrgghh!!! okay, I give up for now this may not be right, but at least I tried! I'm sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with A man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this Song. I'll get back with you.....deborah)
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