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点击复制If I were a sauce hero
Traversing through a jack
When his kichen
I would be mostly fascinated
By people there
There welcome in arms
And theirs strange voices
Their fingers find her out
Emersed in conversation
I would like to ask them
A question
Don't I know you from somewhere
Don't I know you from somewhere
Don't I know you from somewhere
They would be too busy
To answer me
To hold me and happy with
Their lives
Is he so can at the atmosphere
Mistrust her a hound
With pictures of shrinky fish
On the wall
Sharp sound of nights
And smell of soil changer
Still on the nostrils
I would be in off their breath
Their breath
Their breath
I could hardly wait to be
Lifted into their mouth
And get pokin' into
Right their mouth to
Somewhere between
Sadness of their tomb and teeth
Don't I know you from somewhere
Don't I know you from somewhere
Don't I know you from somewhere