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Текст (слова) песни: Beck - . 000. 000
....twilight...? ? ? ?
Ive seen your place before, Ive tread thid field ? ? ?
I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
My city to the scope, my ? ? ? ? spokes
My ? ? ? ?
But shell never never know
My ? ? has a ? ? ?
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I come from lots of? ? ? ?
My very modest tricks
My pricks and belly rose (? )
My operation blows
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My big pollution grows
I never spoke of flood
My ? ? ? ? ?
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(aaarrgghh!!! okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!
Im 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. Ill get back with you.....deborah)
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