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Phish - Fluffhead lyrics
Fluffhead was a man 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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