Hurricane

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Up
Down
Right
Left
You spin and twirl ne
Then bash me into the ground
You say lets dance
Then back me into a table
You say bikings good
Them ram your car into my side
You say you won't spin me
Twirl me
Then you take me to ballet class
And crash me into the ground
You say no more dancing
Then you take me to a party
And bash me into a table
You say no more rides
Then give me a new bike
And ram your car into my side

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