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I write a letter everyday.
I dont' believe a word I say
Curore ball point in my hand
I like to shock my fellow man.
I often to yell abuse
At helpless strangers on the tubes
I've got a weakness for the arts
I like to study private parts.
I've got a right to be obscene
Because the people are so mean
They walk straight by me in the street
They've got no tame to speak to freaks.
So I take pleasure when they sqirm
Some stupid people never turn
I hope they think of me in bed
Cos I'll be lonely till I'm dead.
Lonely... Loneleeeeeeeee
Loneleeeee.
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