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Op 37A

What once did exist, Now is meaningless. And doesn't it seem funny, How soon you did forget (How soon you did forget) All the words that now lost their

in charts It's the partially clothed for the partially sighted Behind over matter keeps the crowds delighted We want Rambo in a ra-ra skirt And Nastassja Kinski in a

At Farnley Park cricket ground there's a Sycamore tree And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary I think that someone slapped a Preservation Order

What once did exist, Now is meaningless. And doesn't it seem funny, How soon you did forget (How soon you did forget) All the words that now lost their

Traduzione: The Beautiful South. In rettilineo A 37.

je vous reveille J'ai perdu la raison ... Ne criez pas, oui je begaie, C'est l'emotion... Allo... Mademoiselle, MAI 38-37 Allo... m'entendez-vous MAI 38-37

: What once did exist, Now is meaningless. And doesn't it seem funny, How soon you did forget (How soon you did forget) All the words that now lost their