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I'm fighting Victorians, Edwardians thinking they're Georgians. Does Cameron think he's a battlestar? He may shoot from the lips but does he take things too far? and where are we in all this? The kiss me quick, vote for me slick brigade come on a hunting raid and bang the **** out of my door. Whatya knocking me up from my bed for? Votes just confuse me and you lot just use me. I'm still fighting, streetwise, keeping tight in the clinch at a pinch I could compromise, might let them see the light that shines but when I open my eyes I think Nah, I'll not bother.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Witnesses at the gate
I'm fighting Victorians, Edwardians thinking they're Georgians. Does Cameron think he's a battlestar? He may shoot from the lips but does he take things too far? and where are we in all this? The kiss me quick, vote for me slick brigade come on a hunting raid and bang the **** out of my door. Whatya knocking me up from my bed for? Votes just confuse me and you lot just use me. I'm still fighting, streetwise, keeping tight in the clinch at a pinch I could compromise, might let them see the light that shines but when I open my eyes I think Nah, I'll not bother.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
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