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Mic sons seem to dumb everything down
I got wished a lot of
And I'll tell you what worth now

a cold-blooded style
Never was
You're as good as they
But such a f***ing trial

You and called me up
Do you me on purpose
You make me feel like I'm my age
And at least twice as

You go whistling
Sweet
And I'll be to ? ?
Cos I speak my mind

It's a how
No offence is
But I'm full of them
Anytime you feel up to them

You go drink your still
A in the barroom
You've got left to kill
And I won't it too soon

a cold blooded style
Never was
You're as good as come
But you're a f***ing trial

You go ah-ha
Sweet
And be there to ? ?
Cos I never my mind
You don't want me to speak my