'cause it was an admired service-man
Nah bruv, i'm from bangladesh man.
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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