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The Finding Of The Foot - Lyrics by Wckr Spgt


Lyrics
Here it is   The thugs must have dropped it   How lucky for us   We would have stopped at nothing   To get the box with your foot in it   But luckily we stopped here first   At the Twilight Cafe   Where it's always twilight   And the coffee's served hot   Day and night   Night and day   At the (
Twilight) At the (
Twilight) Twi-light Calf-ay-e-a.
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