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Several Species Of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together In A Cave And Grooving With A Pict
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Roger Waters<br /><br />Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin<br />ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place <br />well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side <br />and I cried, cried, cried. <br /><br />The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion, <br />get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain<br />picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.<br />Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive<br />ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my<br />Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.<br /><br />Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall<br />but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?<br /><br />...and the wind cried Mary. <br /><br />Thank you.
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Roger Waters<br /><br />Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin<br />ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place <br />well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side <br />and I cried, cried, cried. <br /><br />The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion, <br />get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain<br />picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.<br />Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive<br />ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my<br />Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.<br /><br />Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall<br />but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?<br /><br />...and the wind cried Mary. <br /><br />Thank you.
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