.... Twilight...????
I've seen your place before, I've tread thid field???
I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
My city to the scope, my???? Spokes
But she'll never never know
My?? Has a???

I come from lots of????
My very modest tricks
My pricks and belly rose [?]
My operation blows
My big pollution grows
I never spoke of flood

(Aaarrgghh!!! Okay, I give up for now; this may not be right, but at least I tried!
I'm sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with
A man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this
Song. I'll get back with you..... Deborah)
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