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On my way home I met a girl
It was a rainy day
She looked perfectly pale
So I invited her to my room
She was a lovely rebel

The noisy street that was time to leave
Then we went to the sea
To search for killer bees
She didn't know why
But she hit the sun
With a plastic gun

Time and tide wait for no man
Haunted and said the turbaned man
We must have shut his mouth and his eyes
On the magic carpet ride

On my way home I met a girl
It was a rainy day
She lookеd perfectly pale
So I invitеd her to my room
She was a lovely rebel

Time and tide wait for no man
Haunted and said the turbaned man
We must have shut his mouth and his eyes
On the magic carpet ride

On my way home I met a girl
It was a rainy day
She looked perfectly pale
So I invited her to my room
She was a lovely rebel
With a plastic gun
She was a lovely rebel
With a plastic gun

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