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Give me back my Hasselblad |
[Grayman] |
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Why did you steal it from me? |
[Francine] |
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I've had it since I was a lad |
[Grayman] |
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And now I'm feeling oh-so-sad |
[Francine] |
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You thieving little Pommie!
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[Beefy]
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That 'Blad I'd used in outer space |
[Helen Owly] |
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It never left my side |
[Karin] |
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I had it sequined, trimmed with lace |
[Francine] |
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And made a lovely comfy place |
[Grayman] |
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Where, snuggling, we could ride
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[Helen Owly]
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Now I'm earthbound; what a drag |
[Francine] |
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Yet loss now weighs me down |
[Kansas Sam] |
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Repeatedly I search my bag |
[Grayman] |
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While gravity is causing sag |
[Francine] |
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And clouds are all around
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[Grayman]
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I'd gladly give a vast reward |
[Beefy] |
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Though, sadly, I have nada |
[Francine] |
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Or hit you with my rusty sword |
[Beefy] |
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Though most times I eschew discord |
[Francine] |
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And yada yada yada |
[Beefy] |