they call him Mr precipice, the sunshine bomber, oh Mr precipice Mr precipice they cry. no worries he replies, I'll mail you a dirty sex bomb so bits of U2 may fly.
oh Mr sunshine precipice the principle of crevices on which thy light doth lie. Mr slum sigh petty cist why don't my burnings try? Mr one sign gritty slip go get picky ship.
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