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Once upon a time, |
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in a faraway land, |
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a young producer lived |
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in a shining studio. |
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He had everything |
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his heart desired, |
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and the music he wrote |
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came from the heart. |
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But then, |
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one Winter's night, |
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a group of haters |
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came to his weblog |
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and offered him their love |
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if he would make a rawstyle track. |
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Repulsed by their |
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haggard appearance, |
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the producer |
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sneered at the gift, |
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and turned |
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the haters away. |
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As a punishment, |
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they placed a powerful |
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spell on him. |
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If he would make a raw track, |
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the spell would be broken. |
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If not, he would be doomed |
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to remain hated forever. |
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Let's, oh my god! |
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Oh my god! |
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They placed a powerful |
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spell on him. |
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If he would make a raw track, |
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the spell would be broken. |
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If not, he would be doomed |
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to remain hated forever. |
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Forever. |
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Forever |
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They placed a powerful |
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spell on him. |
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If he would make a raw track, |
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the spell would be broken. |
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If not, he would be doomed |
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to remain... |
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Let's, oh my god! |
