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Lyrics:
So look across at St. Hugo Don't they say wherever you go He will follow?
So my dumpster fellow
Let out a bellow
In my name
When my father sleeps the house has lungs
You have heard those songs he's sung
But sometimes
He wakes up with a start I hear a confused cry come straight from his heart And it's sad
Oh your once-sweet teenage face
Episodically erased
You were perfect In the safe sitcom vacuum Ten seasons have been your doom
Oh the springterror
Be my ringbearer
Oh the spring-rot The sweet-rank taste that I've got
When all's forgiven
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