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HE'S STILL TALKING BY MY DOOR ( LINGERING AROUND)
Since he planned his Bagamot
He's still talking by my door
Since he thinks that wickedness
Pays a great deal than all stuff
Let him talk; I do not care
No eyes saw the brum he brought
His weapon to mess me up
He but feigns that he is pure
Having just a talk with one
Talking still, disturbing me
He explains and o'er-explains
Emphases he makes to friend
Innocent but looks his talk
When it's a spiritual war
It's a free world, so his tongue
Has to pour out all these words
By my door, without one thought
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HE`S STILL TALKING BY MY DOOR ( LINGERING AROUND)
HE`S STILL TALKING BY MY DOOR ( LINGERING AROUND)
