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What has not got my heart in it, shall we be dubbed sir names? With a million blither tongues, mounting bristling guilt frames In the fake ache of the gloom loom, slippers slap me alive The hour hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types So we catch and thread a minstrel, bleed a tower down to it's ankles So we can't go up or stay up, find the thumb dumb in your ear brain Get unfunny such as choirs do, why the clock lock brought this one? Just when things seemed so [Incomprehensible] Like my tooth face, like my out-do Capers, capers, capers Capers, capers, capers Oh, a streak, oh, treacly ink, inks, tied my knees all up in elbows Erase that lapsing smile tub, lose the slip of the small soap-fellows Account the add ups till I do not, are we balanced? We're in business Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's, all legs and amour I had a dreadful die hood, die hard, drunken, sunken, monk-heart Oh, I had a wonderful die hood, thanks to my fa, fa, family