So the Count of Monte Christo Threw the cape over his head Gave me a penny for my thoughts But didn't get no change, and Old aged rhythmns They were singing
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: So the Count of Monte Christo Threw the cape over his head Gave me a penny for my thoughts But didn't get no change, and Old aged rhythmns They were
So the Count of Monte Christo Threw the cape over his head Gave me a penny for my thoughts But didn't get no change, and Old aged rhythmns They were
