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Terry bozzio (drums) |
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Roy estrada (vocals, bass) |
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Adrian belew (guitar) |
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Ed mann (percussion) |
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Patrick o'hearn (bass) |
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Tommy mars (keyboards) |
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Peter wolf (keyboards) |
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It was the blackest night! |
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There was no moon in sight! |
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(you know the stars ain't shinin' |
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'cause the sky's too tight) |
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I heard the scary wind! |
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I seen some ugly trees! |
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There was a werewolf honkin', |
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'long the side of me! |
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I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy) |
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Got a big-titty girly by the name of 'chrissy' |
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Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me... |
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'n this ride up the mountain of mystery, (mystery) |
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(how 're you doin'?) |
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I noticed even the crickets |
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Acted weird up here |
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And so i figured i might |
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Just drink a little beer |
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I said, "gimme summa that what yer suckin' on..." |
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But there was no reply |
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'cause she was gone! |
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"where's those titties i like so well, |
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'n' my goddam beer!" |
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Is what i started to yell, then i heard this noise |
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Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the devil! |
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(he's about this big!) |
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He had a red suit on |
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An' a widow's peak |
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An' then a pointed tail |
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'n like a sulphur reek, |
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Yes, it was him awright, |
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I swear i knowed it was! |
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He had some human flesh |
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Stuck underneath his claws |
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You know, it looked to me |
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Like it was titty skin! |
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I said, "you son-of-a-bitch!" |
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('cause i was mad at him!) |
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He just got out his floss |
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'n started cleanin' his fang |
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So i shot him with my shooter, |
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Said: bang! bang! bang! |
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Then the sucker just laughed 'n said: "put it away! |
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You know, i ate her all up...now what you |
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Gonna say?" |
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You ate my chrissy? |
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"yeah! titties 'n all!" |
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Well what about the beer then? |
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"now, were the cans this tall?" |
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Even her boots? |
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"would i lie to you?" |
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Shit, you musta been hungry! |
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"yeah, this is true." |
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Don't they pay you good for the |
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Stuff that you do? |
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"well, you know, i can't complain when the checks come through..." |
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Well i want my chrissy, |
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Oh yeah? |
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'n i want my beer |
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Hah! |
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So you just barf it back up! |
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Now, devil, do you hear? |
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Look: |
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"blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! |
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I mean, i am the devil, do you understand? |
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Just what will you give me for your |
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Titties and beer? |
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I suppose you noticed this little |
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Contract here..." |
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Yer goddam right, you son-of-a-whore! |
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Don't call me that! |
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That's about the only reason |
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I learned writin' for! |
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Gimme that paper! bet yer horns i'll sign! |
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Because i need a beer, 'n it's titty- |
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Squeezin' time! |
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"man, you can't fool me! you ain't that bad! |
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Oh yeah? |
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Why you shoulda seen some of the souls that i've had! |
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There was milhous nixon 'n agnew too! |
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'n both of those suckers was worse 'n you!" |
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Let's make a deal if you think |
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That's true |
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I mean, you're supposed to be the devil so...whatcha |
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Gonna do? |
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Heh? |
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Now hold on just a second... |
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You wanna make a deal with me hah? |
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Yeah! |
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Well ah, i don't know man, you know... |
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I just don't know about this... |
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What? |
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See, cause i... |
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Listen, you're...are you losing your nerve? |
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No man, it ain't got nothin' to do with nerve... |
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You're supposed to be the devil! |
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It's got to do... |
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You're supposed to be bad! |
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It's got to do with style, fool! |
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I don't know if you've the right style to get into hell, |
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You know... |
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Well, actually, to tell you...tell you the honest to god |
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Truth, |
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I'm very short on style as a matter of fact... |
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Yeah, i know...that's...that's what makes me wonder |
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But i have...i, i think i have something that |
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You may be interested in... |
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What is that? |
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You can have my soul |
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It's a mean little sucker |
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'bout a thousand years old |
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But once you gets it |
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You can't give it back |
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You gotta keep it forever |
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An' that's a natural fact! |
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Ooh wee! |
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Do you read me devil? |
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Oh yeah! |
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What? am i supposed to be scared, man? |
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Oh yeah, reety, aw-righty! |
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Oh yeah, that's real tough! |
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I bet you're real bad! |
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Listen fool, you've got to prove to me that you're rough |
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Enough to get into hell |
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That you've got the style enough to get into hell |
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So start talkin'... |
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Alright, lemme tell ya somethin' |
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Alright! |
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I'll prove to you that i'm bad enough to go to hell |
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Yeah! |
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Because i have been through it! |
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Yeah! |
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I have seen it! |
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Yeah! |
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It has happened to me! |
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Yeah! |
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Remember, i was signed with warner brothers |
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For eight fuckin' years!!! |
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Tell me about it! |
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Now you're talkin' about something! |
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Now how bad is that? |
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That sounds good to me, motherfucker! |
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So move right along |
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Tell me what your interests are, you know... |
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If we're gonna come to some kind of agreement, |
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I've got to know what you're all about, you know... |
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'cause i don't know if you're the right type for the... |
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For the place, you know |
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Look...lemme tell you what my problem really is, you see |
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Ok... |
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My problem is that i don't belong anywhere |
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Aha... |
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You see... i don't even belong where you are, you see |
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I hope not! |
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I, i'm a simple person, you know |
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I have very small desires in life |
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Titties 'n beer, you know |
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No! what? |
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Titties 'n beer! |
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No! no man, you're joking... |
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Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer... |
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What? no! no please... no! not that! oh no man, no! |
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Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer... |
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No! no! no! no! no! not titties 'n beer! |
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Oh i can't stand titties 'n beer!... |
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Titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer, titties 'n beer... |
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(i'm in you! i'm in you!) |
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Oh no! no! no! wait... |
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Ah! look at this! what am i gonna do with this thing? |
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...wait, wait, please no! |
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Hey! look at this! |
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"no! don't sign it! give me time to think! |
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...hold on a second, boy, 'cause...that's |
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Magic ink!" |
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Then the devil barfed |
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'n out jumped my girl |
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They heard the titties plop-ploppin' |
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All around the world, she said: |
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"i got three beers 'n a fist fulla downs, |
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An' i'm gonna get ripped, so fuck |
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You clowns!" |
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Then she gave us the finger! |
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(it was rigid 'n stiff) |
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That's when the devil, she farted |
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An' she went right over the cliff! |
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The devil was mad! |
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(i took off to my pad) |
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I swear i do declare! |
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How did she get back there? |
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I swear i do declare! |
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How did she get back there? |
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I swear i do declare! |
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How did she get back there? |
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I swear i do declare! |
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How did she get back there? |
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Alright! |
