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Aim well, aim true A refurbished face, From a cry and hue A bottled song just for You From a stretch of tissues From inches of a grin Oh hark the heralds Extra! Extra! For Dobbie is free from the ******* of sin! That's all I can stands, and I stands no more! Mis-sized forearms can cause a little Thor! A clean slate and a comma, A rid of blight I won't strap-out without a fight On a zero to none I could still stand a chance Place your bets on the duel of a pure heart and bad romance 1-2-1-1, 1-2 to 2 Pure heart hits turned the black birds into blue Jab-straight-hook-straight! Straight!-straight!-straight! For bad romance it was always never than late In arms a-clinched, In needs of each other's cleave Oh but stand up for the Greatest Warrior who ever lived This habituated mantle only craves for; A clean slate and a comma, A rid of blight I won't strap-out without a fight On a zero to none I could still stand a chance Place your bets on the duel of a pure heart and bad romance Alas, after the bout the canvass had its slain His subtle dance, a downpour and in vain Raise your arm on bell's a-cue The winner of this match; it's up to you
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Of a pure heart and bad romance
Aim well, aim true A refurbished face, From a cry and hue A bottled song just for You From a stretch of tissues From inches of a grin Oh hark the heralds Extra! Extra! For Dobbie is free from the ******* of sin! That's all I can stands, and I stands no more! Mis-sized forearms can cause a little Thor! A clean slate and a comma, A rid of blight I won't strap-out without a fight On a zero to none I could still stand a chance Place your bets on the duel of a pure heart and bad romance 1-2-1-1, 1-2 to 2 Pure heart hits turned the black birds into blue Jab-straight-hook-straight! Straight!-straight!-straight! For bad romance it was always never than late In arms a-clinched, In needs of each other's cleave Oh but stand up for the Greatest Warrior who ever lived This habituated mantle only craves for; A clean slate and a comma, A rid of blight I won't strap-out without a fight On a zero to none I could still stand a chance Place your bets on the duel of a pure heart and bad romance Alas, after the bout the canvass had its slain His subtle dance, a downpour and in vain Raise your arm on bell's a-cue The winner of this match; it's up to you
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
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