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I combed my fur for you, I washed my claws
We can stay at Noah's tonight, he knows the course

Drunken foxes, move ahead!
Drop drop drop i'm getting wet
From too many storms we've fled
Gold to straw, he'll spin it back

Noah's got booze and a cosy bed, they say
We'll make babies with honest eyes
They'll scream with the power of blind love: justice, daddy, seriously!

Drunken foxes, move ahead!
Drop drop drop i'm getting wet
From too many storms we've fled
Gold to straw, he'll spin it back..
Gold to straw, let's spin it back!

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