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There’s a hole in my pants, and I don’t know why
When I think about it, I want to cry
How long it was there I can’t remember
Unknown ‘til the chill of December
Breezed through this opened second fly.
There’s a hole in my pants, and I don’t know why
When I think about it, I want to cry
How long it was there I can’t remember
Unknown ‘til the chill of December
Breezed through this opened second fly.
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