I was going to auction my heart
On a sunday afternoon
I getter the people of the square
Food, drinks, chairs and baloons
The birds were quiet kind of gloomy
I tried some boozzes and video games
I even became a workaholic
But I couldn't manage the crane
I was going to auction my heart
But I dind't reach the minimum prize
So I thought that I just might
Make it a gran prize of a bingo
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