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Jimmy Cream was keen, his brain was always winnin',
I can't keep tabs on mine – it's really quite a joke.
I see him down the road, I ask if he'd be willing
To lend me 15p – I'm dying for a smoke.
Don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum,
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