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Альбом
Текст песни
Outside the café by the cracker factory, you were practicing a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude as you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick'n'mix
Said, "You're mistaken if you're thinking that I haven't been called 'cold' before"
As you bit into your strawberry lace
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