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Aryan Boy (Lloyd) |
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Charles Beamish
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Death Hurts
Look at him, (Lloyd) |
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Epileptic Love I thought you were normal But now your tongue's hanging out; You're whining and groaning... Now you're rolling about. Chorus: This is my chance! I thank the stars above! The time is ripe for... Epilectic Love! Having fits in the attic And slobbering on you; Reach for..urgh! What is it? What can I do? Chorus: This is my chance! I thank the stars above! The time is ripe for... Epilectic Love! (Lloyd)
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Mongol Move I wanna do the Mongol Move with you; I wanna do the Mongol Move with you; It gives me something good to do; I wanna do the Mongol Move with you. (Repeat until bored...) (Lloyd)
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