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Sirens comin' up the street,
coming 'cross the bridge,
Jose's daddy looks for beer,
sighs and shuts the fridge.
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You walked into the dream world
That divides us from each other
And removed your clothes
And there was no specific language
For orgasm there
It was all multilingual
They were white and fluffy like new clouds
Like notes written on the bars
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