Allting rullar på.
It was a strange thing to do,
I hope we can still be friends.
Ah, it was not me,but someone else, you see,
Twisting the steering reins.
Put a penny in the slot
and make anartificial li-ii-iight shine,
Leave go-ooo.
Mark old and line.
I don't give advise,
But be wise and think twice,
Before getting involved in a game.
Where the minority Face the majority,
Who are faceless and born without names.
Was it knock synch when we came across three men,
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
I bought two from them,
And I'll lit one for you,
I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
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