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Run along
There was this lady from Ghent
Who on her daughter would not spend a cent
It was all for booze and crack
And always with her having a spat
So nobody shed a tear
When mother was run over
By a truck full of beer.
Who on her daughter would not spend a cent
It was all for booze and crack
And always with her having a spat
So nobody shed a tear
When mother was run over
By a truck full of beer.
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