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Smoke rings out of your **** Sitting in a wigwam playing tom toms What a lovely day; tomtom along Tambourine jingles while I'm playing this song Look at all the children dancing; nothing shall be wrong People always want something but I smell a fishy that's horrid and pongs Playing tom toms calms me to centre thoughts of the past and the devil's tongue You use people freely like a troublesome one who will string you like a puppet then simply move on.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Smoke rings out your ****
Smoke rings out of your **** Sitting in a wigwam playing tom toms What a lovely day; tomtom along Tambourine jingles while I'm playing this song Look at all the children dancing; nothing shall be wrong People always want something but I smell a fishy that's horrid and pongs Playing tom toms calms me to centre thoughts of the past and the devil's tongue You use people freely like a troublesome one who will string you like a puppet then simply move on.
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