| From the Olympic City we will cast
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| Our runic charms, our charms that last
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| Enough for Piccadilly, enough to make them pay
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| Enough for pigs to disappear in every way
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| Remember, piggies: a threat for a threat and a blow for a blow
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| A strike for a strike as above, so below
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| Your puerile words mean nothing to me
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| Your traitor trotters teeter totter, scurry
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie
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| For all pigs must die, your being is a lie |