Do not play with milk lions
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Sir, I wish my grandmother had not died
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They sleep at night
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O God, I am the devil of the regime
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God bless your dead
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I need your children's music too
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Do not play with lion cubs
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Oh, music that is not a child's play
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Dead person
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He was Connie from childhood, Dis Melo Midi
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I have heard this since I was a child, everyone calls me a pedophile
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When you sleep alone, you are full of controversy
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This next month, too, that fit me and Willie
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Who are you with us around?
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See who is below us
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You did not see yourself, our camera
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Another subject is when a butt kicks
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All your cartoons are empty, Kerry is wrong
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I am a vegetarian but I know how to fish
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Saizo, you want to ask Nant, Chaqal
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Made by Kirmo sizing
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Oh, sorry Mom
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You are now in front of your father
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I am on the street of this and that house
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I was a worker yesterday, Bob Marley tomorrow
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Art chicken, art chicken
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Promise not to be your subject
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Art chicken, art chicken
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You think you are dumb, but you are your own chicken
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Art chicken, art chicken
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(Look, now you want to say fishing, come and catch our fish again)
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(But you do not have fish, you have cucumbers, but you do not, you do not have grandma)
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Promise not to be your subject
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Art chicken, art chicken
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You think you are dumb, but you are your own chicken
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I saw a thousand pigs swallowing themselves
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So a thousand leftover milk, a thousand loaves of salt burned
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A thousand asses of the burned father
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I saw the goat respect the drinker
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But the hyena and the vulture have always been sewn to the corpse
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Do you understand? |
The discussion of merit
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When you put the frog in the gold pan, it jumps into the swamp
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Sir, you really thought it was dumb
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Do you think I sang this song for me?
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Did you kill us?
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God, Kerry is the talk of Newfoundland everywhere
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Can't it take two minutes?
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Did you kill us?
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But, the same melody chart that I changed
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Continue each for two minutes
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You will die in eight minutes
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1228 - Get rid of |