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An isolate losing hearing and sight in the twilight of this incarnation. Embracing ennui.
You're a [gimba] on the loose
The [snack] is your desire
But when the [barakat] is hot
You're bound to feel the fire
And when the [barakat] is hot
You're bound to feel the fire
[Barakaaaaaaaat!]"*
*sung to the tune of Rebbie Jackson's "Centipede", 1984.
You're a [gimba] on the loose
The [snack] is your desire
But when the [barakat] is hot
You're bound to feel the fire
And when the [barakat] is hot
You're bound to feel the fire
[Barakaaaaaaaat!]"*
*sung to the tune of Rebbie Jackson's "Centipede", 1984.