| I dedicate a colour to
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| My dearest friends and family who
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| So solemnly and nicely dressed
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| Come visit me, I must confess
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| I feel like Gena might
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| Upon her opening night
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| Fiery red I give my momand so the hounding begins
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| My dad transparant he is gonea sudden crack on the shins
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| My sisters I give black and whitewhip stinging say oh hello
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| And guys I hate well fuck 'em bright you look like someone I know
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| My friends get shades of bluewhile sniggering up your sleeve
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| And ginger green to youa kid a joke just like we
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| Guys in a schoolyard aged five
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| The baddest honcho alive
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| Track down your friends to a bar
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| Trace over steps in a car
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| Say that’s a pretty excuse
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| Make mine a pineapple juice
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| Bugbears are plenty round here
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| Give him a clip on the ear
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| Says dad infront of tv
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| Decide channel randomly
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| I feel something coming on
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| A funny turn or a wrong
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| Decision made casually
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| Like dad infront of the tv
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| Regurgitation and goo
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| Ten squillion eyes watch as you
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| Put up a pretty good fight
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| On this your opening night
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| On this your opening night
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| On this your opening night
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| On this your opening night
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| On this your opening night |