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I hate you! I hate you! |
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Nothing will ever be the same |
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Oh, really? Don't be silly! |
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I told you it was all a game |
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Whenever I see you or your work |
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it makes me feel like spitting |
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What's that noise? |
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Oh that, we've been expecting it for ages |
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It's the sound of the atom splitting |
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He's a villain, him over there with the stocking on his head |
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Look, there's another, they call themselves 'pinheads' |
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What's that noise over there? |
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Is it corrugated iron they're hitting? |
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No, no, it's perfectly normal |
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It's just the sound of the atom splitting |
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Whose side are you on anyway? |
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Is that some kind of threat? |
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Well, I suppose it'll have to do |
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as long as you don't make too much mess |
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and would the last person to leave |
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once you've all finished kissing |
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turn the video on to record |
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You never know what you're missing |
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Bread and circuses and maybe later |
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the sound of the atom splitting |
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Quiet at the back please! No hissing! |
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It's the sound, the sound |
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the sound of the atom splitting |
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I hate you! I hate you! |
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Quiet at the back please! No hissing! |
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It's the sound, the sound |
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the sound of the atom splitting |