Take it off It's droll enough
If it's small as hate to love
It's never done and never chased
No words mean what I say
Many years
I've been your prison man
Many years
I was eating only fish
I was called of my wish
Everyone was spilt by myself
And in the end I
Many years
I've been your labour man
Many years
I was eating only fish
I was called of my wish
Everyone was spilt by myself
I just want to be annoyed
But everyone is sure I'm paranoid
All acts of kindness are ever wasted
No word means what I say
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