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<br>....twilight...????<br>I`ve seen your place before, I`ve tread thid field ???<br>I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade<br>my city to the scope, my ???? spokes<br>my ????<br>but she`ll never never know<br>my ?? has a ???<br><br>???<br>???<br>I come from lots of????<br>my very modest tricks<br>my pricks and belly rose (?)<br>my operation blows<br>???<br>my big pollution grows<br>I never spoke of flood<br>my ?????<br>??????.....<br><br>(AAARRGGHH!!! Okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!<br>I`m sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with<br>a man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this<br>song. I`ll get back with you.....Deborah)