Will Out
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Tom Allport
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Were where you
In the wind and the rain
You missed a speech
To ease the pain
And were where you
When the brains
Were given out
You must have been in the pub
Drinking a pint of stout
Remember...beware false prophets
Baring free ice creams
Filling you with hope
But with false dreams
And were does it end
You may well ask
With friend against friend
It will not last
Not with Jeremy's spout
It will be a thing of the past
Finally truth... will out.
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