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Rolling Stones Sitting On A Fence

? on a fence You can say I got no sense Trying to make up my mind Really is too horrifying So I?m sittin on a fence I?m just sittin? on a fence You can

? on a fence You can say I got no sense Trying to make up my mind Really is too horrifying So I?m sittin on a fence I?m just sittin? on a fence You can

on a fence You can say I got no sense Trying to make up my mind Really is too horrifying So I?m sittin on a fence I?m just sittin? on a fence You can

wing for a penny and a parabole, yeah but this friendship sunk with a barrel full of ?? pull I seen guys harbor bad shiners then wonder why the culprits sitting

behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee.

behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee.