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Caligula
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The Great Supervillain
You are the fly in my coffee cup You are the typist without pen just to crick my neck You raise my head up He runs into extremes when Two drops of wash-up runs belong The unholy bottle farts its last drop Then I try to feel proud You are a plurality of own frustrations The shallow basin of number two Hidden by number three's conscience And ejected by drain-pipe too Hidden by number three's conscience You are a plurality of own frustrations The shallow basin of number two Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hidden by number three's conscience Two drops of wash-up runs belong The unholy bottle farts its last drop Then I try to feel proud When you're stressed with the hard-brush She falls inside an holeless side Corroborated with an awfull delay Your bus has gone and now you pray You are a plurality of own frustrations The shallow basin of number two Hidden by number three's conscience And ejected by drain-pipe too
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