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I suck on biro |
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The office party is in three weeks time |
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What shall I wear? |
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Wet-look in my hair? |
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I just killed my new boss |
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I shut that cock up with a rock |
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Non-stop in his face |
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Look around you dear, nothing is there |
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I suck on biro |
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Stuck in a chair |
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Where I stare at a square |
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And answer a phone |
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I'm thinking of deer |
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Sculpting and making and being and freezing... |
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A deer |
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The phones on my ear |
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Look around you dear, nothing is there |
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Do you detect what's coming next? |
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Do you detect what's coming next? |
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Do you detect what's coming next? |
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Do you detect what's coming next... |
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I suck on a biro |
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And taste the black ink |
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And it tints all my spit green and black |
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My jaw goes all slack |
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Well what do you know |
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It's time to go |
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Go back home |
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It was so so so so |
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So good today |
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Look around you dear, nothing is there |
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Do you detect what's coming next? |
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Do you detect what's coming next? |
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Do you detect what's coming next? |
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Do you detect what's coming next? |
