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One additional word of advice if you get behind when listening to this record simply go back to the beginning of the cut and start over all you need

You make me nervous, nervous, nervous! Hella hella hella nervous, nervous, nervous. You make me nervous, nervous, nervous! Hella hella hella nervous,

: Don't waste the water Don't drink it now Cause this desert keeps growing And we might never get out Besides we're not even moving We're just standing

By J. Bolotin HE CARRIES HIS IDS AND HIS BOOKS BOUND IN LEATHER AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHING AND A PICTURE OF ANNA WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER LEST HE FORGET

Dancing as their chance passed Promoting national trust And goose the tunnel for the ditch Your jokes are swelling whining tracks It?s a sign of the

Old Mister Absent-Minded, that's me Just as forgetful as I can be I've got the strangest sort of a mind I'm always leaving something behind I left my

'I do not exist' We faithfully insist Sailing in our separate ships And coming in tiny caravel Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying Like the horseshoe

"I do not exist," we faithfully insist sailing in our separate ships, and in each tiny caravel- tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying like the horseshoe

Tradução: Irving Berlín. Azafatas de la cantina Stage Door.