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Have you any idea what you are |
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Con artist, unbalanced |
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To be predicting the end of days |
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Preaching myths to the masses |
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Oh God, if you do exist |
| [00:25.85] |
Muzzle this harebrained, audacious prick |
| [00:29.13] |
The world will sing |
| [00:31.39] |
Go to hell, Harold Camping! |
| [00:33.99] |
Think for yourself, don't be devoured by his fictitious assumptions |
| [00:39.06] |
He's a dispatcher of fantasy |
| [00:41.19] |
Delivering myths to the masses |
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I know exactly what you are |
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God speaks to me too, from afar |
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Yes, I predict |
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The death of one Harold Camping |
