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yesterday

The crack was going up a gear 

When poor teddy drop

Just over their 

The party never stop 

The wine wasnt that dear 

And when it's all said and done 

The joker have grown up 

The wise man are now seen as clowns 

But to these that souvied i bet you 

Nobody laughing anymore 

 

◄ not for me

from the soul ►

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