....twilight...????
i've seen your place before, i've tread thid field ???
i bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
my city to the scope, my ???? spokes
my ????
but she'll 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!
i'm 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. i'll get back with you.....deborah)