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The best of times, the worst of times, the times you can't ignore. |
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Sometimes you bite the bullet and flip flop on the floor. |
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They tell you where to go, and they tell you what to do. |
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They set your face on fire then stomp it out with their shoes. |
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I ain't no fool. |
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Mama didn't raise no fool. |
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The times |
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I can't complain are the times |
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I do the most. |
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On a diet of black coffee and prozac buttered toast. |
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These eunuchs in their prada and |
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Gucci flavored clothes. |
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Wouldn't know a fresh perspective if it bit 'em up on the nose. |
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I ain't no fool. |
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Mama didn't raise no fool. |
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Don't do as they say, just say as they do. |
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No flavor's quite so bitter as the taste of one's own shoe. |
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I ain't no fool. |
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Mama didn't raise no fool. |