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How do, how do you do?
My name is you
Flies, they all gather round me and you too
You can’t see anything well
You ask me what size it is, not what I sell
The flies they all gather round me and you too
Well I don’t want you to be alone down there
To be alone down there to be alone
Well the devil’s apprentice, he gave me some credit
He fed me a line, and I’ll probably regret it
I don’t want you to be alone down there
To be alone down there to be alone
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