The Tuna Helpers
The Tuna Helpers - All The Children lyrics
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All the children are popping up like weeds telling me I can be anything I please without wings stuffing my mouth with bibles frowns and heads hung down still they're telling me I can be anything I please without wings
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Language: English
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- Country: United States
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