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Features Proddy Weej and Owen McDonut
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I don't even speak this language right, I don't know the words it keeps me up at night/Your pronunciation is killing me, and the way you talk is thrilling me
Like a tourist in a foreign land
(Unknown) and a bit tongue tied, dry mouth and blurry eyed/I hear the words you say, but don't understand a thing, still something about you is speaking to me
Out of food and all alone, give me clothes and give me home
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