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So long Mrs. Smiththis spring I think that I should go
I have had enough of this
& this place ain't what it was before.
When I was young nine thirty was late enoughand the sky was angel dusta dead top trio of criminal saintsto worship at wongswould you say that we were wrong?
So long Mrs. Smiththis spring I thing that I should go
I have had enough of this
I'm going down to edison
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