You know, There'll be like a ball and like an old dance hole.

Oh, no, the most of the morgue, like a long dance hole, no truth is the morgue, but whatever you call

and you can rest the show, the world will dance on your brain.

Yeah, it'll be like a hop, the whole gag with bop, we're gonna start at your way,

can never stop you in a Kung, you never knew how to behave.

But you gang my down, because you'll be done,

bring the family alone by the spine of the lawn

and play this song over the P.

Dancing on your break,

the day that we all have been waiting for,

This is the palmo we pray

Dancing all your tray

The food and dow can be thrown away

At least the one for this may

The yellow taut up when your name Get out of when your name gets crawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and out invitations

This is what they will say

If you're tired for your hullet masses

Let your glasses shake your braces

Set up the brain

While we dance on your brain

Dancing on your brain

A glorious twos don't you tell it

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