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| Pigeon-holed for three centuries or more In the bed, on a tennis court; It's what you are 24 hours a day. How strange are the things we don't discuss. Let me into the country club! It's permanent, you know? 24 hours a day! Hell, I can't help looking so blue, Going around the way I do. I'm sensitized to it 24 hours a day. I want to network with the big boys, too! All that intensive business to do! Gets away from me 24 hours a day. It's pure, lip-smacking pain. It's black and white all the way! It's the way it is 24 hours a day. |
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