Fletch
I'll Lock Up
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Where do highbrowns find the kinda love that satisfies?
All By Yourself in the Moonlight.
And ain't it grand to be blooming well dead? - Leslie Sarony, 1932.
We come from clay
And we all go back, they say
So don't aim a brick
It might be your Auntie May
All By Yourself in the Moonlight.
And ain't it grand to be blooming well dead? - Leslie Sarony, 1932.
We come from clay
And we all go back, they say
So don't aim a brick
It might be your Auntie May
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