Boulevard of broken princess.
When duty calls the gun.
Since the prince has gone.
My point is air force one.
His poetry is so profilic.
That I am sinking into lake District.
Going down like a brick.
Bubbling under... But saved by deo-stick.
When duty calls the gun.
Since the prince has gone.
My point is air force one.
His poetry is so profilic.
That I am sinking into lake District.
Going down like a brick.
Bubbling under... But saved by deo-stick.
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