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I got that feeling you're leaving
Now i'm blowing out the smoke up on your ceiling.
Ceiling, i seal in
Ceiling, i'll see you later later later later
Oh my dear would you miss stolen
It was bought to the function, the youngest Katie
Blame me not,
At my ball for money
But i was artily started drinking up the whisky
Whisky, you seen me, i never do nothing
Oh Mrs. Linger Down and i swear you're moving around
And around and around and around and around
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