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Phish - Fluffhead lyrics
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With a horrible disease Could not find no cure Won't you help him if you please? Fluff came to my door / Fluff came to New York (two parts) Askin' me for change His eyes were clear and pure But his mind was so deranged Fluff went to a banker Askin' for some bills The banker said, "I ain't got that But I sure got some powerful pills
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Author: Anastasio/Pollak, Trey Anastasio, Steve Pollak, The Dude Of Life
Composer: Trey Anastasio
Publisher: Phish
Details:
Released in: 1990
Language: English
Appearing on: Junta (1988) , Live Phish 08 (2002) , Live Phish 09 (2002) , Live Phish 10 (2002) , Colorado '88 (2006)
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- Country: United States
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