where will we be in the year 2,000, when we're all fully grown'

 

i get that, you're kind, you're warm;-

you're various rather good qualities.

there is no denying.

but where do you think that go's.

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a simple basic easy job;- arr cliqued out.

okay, try again, try again, try again.

right, first graduate professional job.

holy fucking shit I want this guy dead.

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so there yer go;- what can i say;-

yer styled beautifully I spose.

as such would ever be, but...

fucking trust me, it's never gonna appen'

okay!!!!!

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and i'd prefer to not be wasting my

every final last time on 

uselessnesses.

is that 'clear enough for you'

YOU ARE ME 23 YEAR'S AGO, YEAH;- I KNOW

WHERE SUCH WILL ONLY EVER GO 'ALREADY'

you'll be lovin faithless, but you'll

only get the ugly duckling, trust me.