All things passed in the pick-up, found my brother's badgeAbraham is alive and well in the pick-up
And his wife casts no more spells in the pick-upFound myself in the pick-up, seatbelt on my lapAnd my sister with her bracelet in the pick-up
Kiss my mother on her face in the pick-up
Clapping with the human race in the pick-up
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