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I can't get up because if I do
I'll just be staring at the floor
I'll take a long look around me
And forget what I got up for
Breakfast being the only thing that gets me out of bed
My stomach screams and to the floor I fall
Gluey eyed I stumble through my room and down the hall
At least I can scratch my balls
Cocoa Crispies calling
Cocoa Crispies calling
Cocoa Crispies calling
My name and crackling in my head
I think I'll watch some TV
Or spin a record instead
Cheers Love Connection
Or something like the Dating Game
My pipes are getting rusty
My brain smells more like cheese
My pipes are getting rusty
My brain smells more like cheese
Cocoa Crispies calling
Cocoa Crispies calling
Cocoa Crispies calling
My name and crackling in my head
HATA BİLDİR
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