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All words that look prounouncable are not typos, any that look
unpronouncable are probably typos. Each set of two lines is one
line in the lyric book. (ie. what has not got....sir names)(one
line)
What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names
wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames
in the fake-ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive!
The hours hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types
so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its
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 clocklock bought up this
one
Just when things seem so paperparrent like my toothface? Like my
out-do?
Oh a streak, O'treacly [not a typo] ink-inks tied my knees all
up in elbows
erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small
soap-fellows
Account the addups till Do-nots are we balanced? we're in
business!
Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's... all legs and
armour
I had a dreadful diehood diehard drunken sunken, Monk-heart
Oh I had a Wonderful diehood thanks to my fa. fa. family
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All words that look prounouncable are not typos, any that look unpronouncable are probably typos. Each set of two lines is one line in the lyric book. (ie. what has not got....sir names)(one line) What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames in the fake-ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! The hours hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types so we can catch and thread a minstrel bleed a tower down to its 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 clocklock bought up this one Just when things seem so paperparrent like my toothface? Like my out-do? Oh a streak, O'treacly [not a typo] ink-inks tied my knees all up in elbows erase that lapsing smile tub lose the slip of the small soap-fellows Account the addups till Do-nots are we balanced? we're in business! Idle tidal, rush in, tried all with a limb's... all legs and armour I had a dreadful diehood diehard drunken sunken, Monk-heart Oh I had a Wonderful diehood thanks to my fa. fa. family
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