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There's a hole in the plate
A hole in the mat
A hole in the table
Scorched fur on the cat

My trousers are burning
My throat is ablaze
The pot used for cooking
Now disintegrates

A hole's in the carpet
And on the stone floor
A window has blown out
We've lost the front door

The fire brigade's coming
The flames can't be stopped
'Cause Mum's piri piri chicken was...
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