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Pete Townshend) I wake up on broken glass But you left your number All the members of the cast Reckon I was lumbered Did you steal it Did you screw me Did you peel it Did you do me Are you out there Mr no-one Is my investment growing Sorry that I got so drunk But I wrote you a poem Did you search me Did you turn me over While I cold turkeyed On the sofa Did you steal my money How can we forgive a grievance Now that we all live with demons Did you know that poor old veteran That you kicked out of his bed Says that he cannot forget you But he does not wish you dead Leave his gold watch in reception He will keep the sixteen stitches in his head Did you steal his money Did you pinch my trainer football Say if you half inched it Thought I heard a female foot fall While I washed my kitch Did you use me Why'd I trust you Why'd you abuse me I won't bust you Did you steal my lorry It fell right off my lorry Did you pinch my brasso Nick my gelt you asshole
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