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- Well, a nation turns its back and gags
- Pure style (outdoors)
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- And if a double decker bus crashes into us...
- Everything you always wanted to know about metapho...
- Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone; sold my red hors...
- Whatever makes you happy
- Know thyself
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- And the father who must be killed is a blight upon...
- Compare the best of their days with the worst of y...
- Who (the fuck) voted for Boris Johnson?
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5 comments:
I didn't get the bit about the homeless chihuahua, not the most exciting of dogs.
chihuahua?
In the song, Fernsky.
I think it's meant to be 'ironic'. Some things still are.
ah ha...
this Morrissey of yours; I'm beginning to find a strange comfort in his way around a tune.
Since when was Morrissey in the Stray Cats?
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