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Then I said, bow your heads You're in luck since we’re putting on a show Freak the scene, cut them clean Mister please there is no one you don’t seem to know Or so it goes This isn’t ideal Newly wed, out of bed Saw him chasing a bag outside his home I contend, missed a friend Maybe this is just too good to be true Or so it goes This isn’t ideal From Letras Mania