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she comesWhen sheWhen she she comesAlways unexpectedBut never

your hands togetherNo, like thisSurprise, surpriseAnother treat, another trickThis is

France, a skinny man died of a big disease

room, empty roomHow am I gonna fill you?How am

see, body oil: checkIncense: checkEnvironmental records: double check!I'ma

1: Bart name is Bart and I am funkyMy

since I was a little babyI had to have

your nephew, yes it's true, oh, can't you hear me

there I go again, falling in love all

ask me if I love you, it's automatic'Cause every

need you to get me offI'm your bomb, baby,

baby, we're all aloneNowhere to go, no telephoneJust you

she comesShe never closes her eyesNo, no, noShe can

seven and we'll watch them fallThey stand in the way

9 - 9 - 9 - 9 - 9 livesThis is

Can U come outside and play?!Give me your name and numberGive

In the beginning, there was GodHe made the earth and the

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