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My God, what on earth are you doing ?
Are you trying to make me feel ill ?
Your errors just tear me asunder
Like a blow torch cuts through steel
Having just butchered a simple slam
The one that was colder than ice
Forget about me being forgiving
No more can I be " Mr. Nice "
Forget about me being forgiving
No more can I be " Mr. Nice "
And as for apologies don't bother
Because none can ease my pain
As a player I now rate as " zero "
Or one who's completely insane
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