| my mother wasn’t really funny
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| sunday she will kill my bunny
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| mother were a famous cook
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| she slaughtered with a faithful look
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| mama please stop
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| papa, she said, he was hungry
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| he prefers a parsley sauce
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| lovely odours from the kitchen
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| softly screams my bunny Ross
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| mama please stop
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| I see the sun, the sun is shining now
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| I beat 'em all, my heart is smiling now
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| And I’m I
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| I see them all, their faces smiling bright
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| I kiss the sky, myself in lovely white
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| and I’m I
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| I woke up from the tasty smell
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| my bunny Ross just rest in hell
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| he was an awesome lady-killer
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| cheers my friend, goodbye tequila
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| mama please stop
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| I tasted a piece of her soup
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| fantastically its tasting good
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| and while I’m stirring in the cream
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| there I find my father’s ring
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| mama please stop
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| and then under a dusted sky
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| the son of thousand fathers
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| is riding again
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| towards the sun
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| to take your souls
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| I see them all, their faces smiling bright
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| I kiss the sky, myself in lovely white
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| And I’m I
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| I see them all, their faces smiling bright
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| I kiss the sky, myself in lovely white
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| and I’m I |