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Post by Niffy on Feb 3, 2009 13:23:18 GMT 1
Well Sometimes I Go Out, By Myself, And I try to blow up Hitler. And I Think Of All The Things, Of What You're Doing, And on my head death skull. 'Cause since I've Come Home, Well My Body's Been A Mess, And I Miss Your wee moustache, And The Way You Like To Dress. Oh Won't You Come On Over, Stop Making A Fool Out Of Me, Why Dont You Come On Over, Valkerie. Valkerie Valkerie Valkerie No?
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Post by NorryC on Feb 3, 2009 14:37:22 GMT 1
niffmeister ure a genius ..get back on the music scene
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Post by Niffy on Feb 3, 2009 17:17:02 GMT 1
That's whit I thought...... fkn punk bard.
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Post by NorryC on Feb 3, 2009 19:56:58 GMT 1
thats the way to go yehaaaaaaaaaaa
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