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The children are just stuck.

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I stand on the edge,
Briefcase in hand.
Jack in his car, Jane, who in the West, he said,
Meg, honey, I rock ‘n’.
Ridin ‘in a Stutz BEARCAT, Jim,
They were different times.
With a number poet studied glass
And all the women roll their eyes
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Now, Jack, is a banker,
Jane committed.
With both save money …
Then they come home from work.
Sitting on fire …
Radio some classical music for children,
The pace of three soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Some people like to go dancing
And others (like us), should work
Show me now
And still have bad mom
They will tell you that life is full of dirt.
Women do not stop,
And staff always brilliant.
The children are just stuck.
Life is simply to die for.
But anyone who has a heart
I would not go into break
Those who played the role,
It should not hang level
sweet Jane

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