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Rock! We hung from a thread just to prove poetry undead. |
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We rendered ourselves perfectly suitable to public consumption. |
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Once again, you've mistaken the minerals for cures, |
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Confused the catechism with your chores. |
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My aim is only true when |
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I'm aiming at you! |
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We swung from a string just to prove poetry unreadable. |
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We rendered ourselves perfectly-suited to public consumption. |
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Once again, you've mistaken the minerals for cures, |
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Confused the catechism with your chores. |
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My aim is only true when |
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I'm aiming at you! |
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A lesson to us all: |
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Louise will not be faltering. |
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She craves a cul de sac to look back upon, and so do we. |
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If I appear oblivious, it's only 'cause |
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I'm blessed |
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With the foresight to know that |
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I knew You had been had before you were through being had! |
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Go easy on me, |
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Queen of Languages, please! |
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Go easy on me, |
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Queen of Languages, please! |
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Go easy on me, |
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Queen of Languages, please! |
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Go easy on me, |
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Queen of Languages... |
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Go! |