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| Rip down, up and down. The night kept coming in. There was nothing I could do, To stop your suffering. Well it hardly does you fair, Headlines made from potty chairs. So rip down, up and down. The night kept coming in. Last chance buddy, you last chance. No re-runs, just this performance. I was wounded, she was beautiful. Rip down, up and down. The night just hung around. A chipmunk full of beatlenuts And a holy roller sound. Just mop-mop and that's it, Nearly made us quit. So rip down, up and down. The night kept coming in. Last chance buddy, your last chance. No re-runs, just this perfomance. I was wounded, she was beautiful. Rip down, up and down. The night just wouldn't go. On the unsolved crimes list he is. He frisbeed his halo for my memory, Or a dart from a ubangi. Rip down, up and down. The night kept coming in. Last chance buddy, your last chance. No re-runs, just this performance. I was wounded, she was beauti .... Last chance buddy, your last chance. No re-runs, just this performance. I was wounded, she was beautiful. Adam Ant and Marco Pirroni |
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