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Where are you girls aren't you in Salem with me on the wooden wrist to make friendly with cliff and his two dikes on out on the glove yeah I cemented and flatter you low fisherman's funeral lyrics your holidays all you see there is noon pine points on both of you dear my Russian yard and my Russian English yard and to you guess what you a buffoon cuz that was a yard your labor wouldn't pay I had to make him work too hard to labor for no pay