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Trials of Early Man
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Nil Nil
Marked out, cut it out, the horror is presented in colour Your majesty. Your broken wing felled right before our eyes For ages we present the result
Again I am lacking in words I search for the correct response Wanting and full of remorse Who knows where I draw the line?
And history repeats, we laugh at the situation Your quirks of speech, your funny ways And insistence on wearing clothes backwards
Reverting to type, despising of weakness It's only a sign of human frailty She bites her lip, and I'm supposed to interpret it
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