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As we know, things aren`t grow
What`s next is close at hand
Some prefer to look backwards
Although they are the world.
Ah, Ah, Ah
I`m prepared for what`s to come
Pick numbers from a bun
Choice of words is so random
I talk because I can
Ah, Ah, Ah
Plunder time, see what we find
To take back to the house
But everything has a patenting
And belongs to someone else
Ah, Ah, Ah
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