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Drifting on refuse, parade through the town square. |
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Waving to the families of victims of the flood. |
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Straddling the front door of a Catholic orphanage. |
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I decorated it myself. |
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Thank you, you're too much. |
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Honestly. |
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It was nothing. |
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We should all just thank god I'm alive. (x2) |
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Don't shout I get a little confused sometimes. |
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I can't make out a word you're saying. |
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I've got a 21 gun salute playing over and over and over in my head. |
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Can't it wait? |
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I'm on call to be somewhere. |
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Somewhere I'm not. |
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In case the cleaning lady has found my head. |
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Forgive my delay lieutenant, I'm the man the whole country requires. |
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Take your gun out of my mouth. |
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You are ruining my appetite. |
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Get your bear trap off of my neck. |
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I'm already running late. |
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Your distress is confounding the tightrope walker. |
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Just so we're clear, you're saying we're all lost? |
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Maybe I'm wrong but weren't we just dancing? |
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Oh, the way we moved had every marauder curious. |
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Sniffing at the trash in our shoes. |
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Sharpening knives on the grindstone watch gears. |
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I don't miss that much about anything you said. |
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After all, we've never met. |
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I'll get it right, and stick my tongue down the throat of the moon. |
