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From Fukd I.D.:

Roland

Shhh
C'mon, c'mon

My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town, at least he tries
Oh look, it stopped snowing

My best friend's from Poland, um, he has a beard
They caught him with his case in that public place
That's what we had feared

He severed segments, secretly you liked that
He always had the time to speak with me
I liked him for that

He severed segments, so secretly, you liked that
He always took the time, he always took the time

My best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives
He carries them all over the town, at least he tries
Look, it stopped snowing

My best friend's from Poland, um, he has a beard
But they caught him with his case in that public place
That is what we had feared

He severed segments, secretly you liked that
He always had the time to speak with me, I liked him for that

He severed segments, secretly, you liked that
He was growing on me
He was growing on me

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