....twilight...????
I've seen your place before, I've tread thid field ???
I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
my city to the scope, my ???? spokes

my ????
but she'll never never know
my ?? has a ???

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I come from lots of????
my very modest tricks
my pricks and belly rose (?)
my operation blows
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my big pollution grows
I never spoke of flood
my ?????
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(AAARRGGHH!!! Okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!
I'm sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with
a man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this
song. I'll get back with you.....Deborah)