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Hold the presses |
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Mikey! Hot news on the wire! |
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Hundreds see an image of a |
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Guinness drinking choir. |
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Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene |
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While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines. |
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Don't worry, it's just stigmata. |
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Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother. |
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Your local programming interrupted by the mindless banter of a soulless talking head. |
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Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue. |
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Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns. |
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Don't worry, it's just stigmata. |
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Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother. |
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Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down? |
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Goose stepping with a smoking |
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Irish fly. |
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And when our world is over, children by the fire |
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Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new |
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Messiah. And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by. |
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The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly. |
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Don't worry, it's just stigmata. |
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Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother. |
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Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down? |
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Goose stepping with a smoking |
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Irish fly. |
