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    Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
    Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
    I reckon i'm a bit too close to this one
    I reckon if i touch it might just burn
    Flesh-heads like me just wax and melt
    When my tongue touches titty's tongue in turn
    Sometimes pleasure heads must burn
    Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
    Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
    My brain tricked my hands to believe they were strong
    In short, my hands became clubs to grind
    I reckon i'm a bit too close to this one
    Kiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blind
    Kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find
    Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
    Bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
    I feel a little low, you know what i mean?
    Buried neck-high in british snow
    I reckon i'm a bit too close to this one
    Shoot me darling, shoot me in the head and go
    Ya! ya! teeth gone. follow my trail back home.
    Ya! ya! teeth gone. follow my trail back home.
    Ya! ya! bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
    Etcetera.

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