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Telephone call for Mr. Bones Dear Mr. Bones we've had enough and you can try to pull us down With your pinstrip weasel stuff but word travels in this

So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home At the end of the

Conchita anda a trabalhar Tem outras bocas para sustentar Conchita Morales Viu los federales Garbosos e na?o resistiu Mandou todos a  puta que os pariu Anda Conchita

Deck the halls (Deck the halls ) With boughs of holly (With boughs of holly) Fa-la-la, la-la Tis the season (We wish you a merry Christmas) Tis the season

So you're thinking about tomorrow And all those simple things you think you might like But you've been sipping] in the daylight, you see Well, I've been

Sixty-nine was [Incomprehensible] wine Have a good time, what's your sign Float up to the roundhouse On a Sunday afternoon In seventy we all agreed A

Dreams of contemplation, a resignation, know what Useless indignation, a segregation, plant your seed Steamless conversation Oh, what is happening to

Well, what do we have here Daddy? The lights are quickly changing Will I leave your heart along with the phone lines you're erasing? What a spineless

You were a million miles behind And I was crying every time I'd leave you Then I didn't want to see you I still keep my watch two hours behind Someone