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Fixer

Tracksuit bottoms and a fat cigar
Easy access for fumbling releases
Fingers delving into hero worshiping


''Say what you like, there'll never listen''
to one already spoilt from care home blues''


Fame's the name in this game
and my word is the bond that binds it


''Oh you can't move?''
Looking so beautiful laying there
Raising funds to help I will
A small price to pay

''There you see now that did'nt hurt''
Written by JohnnyDepth
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