000.000 - Beck

…twilight????

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Ive seen your place before, Ive tread thid field?

??

I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade

My city to the scope, my?

??

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spokes

My?

??

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But shell never never know

My?

?

has a?

??

I come from lots of??

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My very modest tricks

My pricks and belly rose (?)

My operation blows

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)