A mark was made on the glass,
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And a secluded corner was found,
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And long broken in my pocket,
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Processed cheese dries up.
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Oh, where are you, friend, our third friend?
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Processed cheese dries up.
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Three did not appear by chance,
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The trinity was not invented in vain,
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After all, it’s not without reason that in almost every tea room
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There is a picture "Three heroes".
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Oh, where are you, friend, our third friend?
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There is a picture "Three heroes".
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Third, where are you? |
Respond, well, where are you?
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I may die at one o'clock in the night,
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And you will go somewhere again
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On a car with a red stripe.
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Oh, where are you, friend, our third friend?
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On a car with a red stripe.
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Or are you tired of this life,
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A slightly different world leaned into:
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In the yellow house of green devils
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You catch with a government sheet.
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Oh, where are you, friend? |
Our third friend?
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You catch devils with a sheet.
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A mark was made on the glass,
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And a secluded corner was found,
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And long broken in my pocket,
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Processed cheese dries up.
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Oh, where are you, friend, our third friend?
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Processed cheese dries up. |