All Our Base Are Belong To Them

All Our Base Are Belong To Them testo

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[Go ahead!]

[*Cheering*]

[Wooo! Peter you did do well!]

[Oh no I was just cleaning my throat]

[How do you do? Welcome to the human race. ..You’re a mess.]

I was born on the day the music died
In essence and the (?)
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(?)

[…good time to make an annoucnement]
[Yaaa?]
[This june.. Erica and myself are gonna have a little baby]
[*Laughter*]
[You’re father pointed out that you said copy]

I was born on the day the music died
In essence and the (?)
(?)
(?) warm by the fire

(?) I don’t know how to stand
(?)
(?) warm by the fire
I was born on the day the music died