The Birthday Party Capers Letras:
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 hour 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
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just when things seemed so paperparrent like my
toothface? like my out-do?

capers... capers...

oh a streak, o'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 addups
till I 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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