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Re: Mangled Lyrics (acknowledgement to flashy's foreign lyrics thread)
try this then.
it was a bloody hot night, middle of july i think it was and i was on this rail replacement coach.
and there's this bloke sat next to me with a copy of the racing post.
well it seemed we were both bleedin' knackered so i kept me gob shut and he was just staring into space.
well it was like watchin bleedin' paint dry untill he decided to start up a conversation.
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