A sore on my finger went and robbed a bank.
It came back with strange science like a fiction of wealth.
I got the sense it was hot for a teller there.
Because when it returned the sore was a rose.
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A sore on my finger went and robbed a bank.
It came back with strange science like a fiction of wealth.
I got the sense it was hot for a teller there.
Because when it returned the sore was a rose.
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