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  Who would have known
  That dandruff could have grown,
  Grown something more than hair,
  The good times we share, Oh !
  Grandmother we connected over
  A scalp, we really closed that gap.
  Every day I would scratch,
  Scratch your head,
until you went to bed.
  I would hate it,
every time I saw you I
  Wish I was gated,
but now you're long gone,
  How I wish I could scratch your head,
  Now you're DEAD…
So every time i get an itch
I think of you
Please come back so we can close that gap,
And I could scratch….

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