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Pigs on the Wing 1
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If
you
didn't
care
what
happened
to
me,
And
I
didn't
care
for
you,
We
would
zig
zag
our
way
through
the
boredom
and
pain
Occasionally
glancing
up
through
the
rain.
Wondering
which
of
the
buggars
to
blame
And
watching
for
pigs
on
the
wing.
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