Answer
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I
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hold
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myself
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in
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contempt
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Tearing
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the
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hair
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off
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a
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black
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baboon's
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skull
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Is
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a
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bitch
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with
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some
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four
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thousand
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names
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Vomiting
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lies
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through
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a
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theremin
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throat
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as
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some
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businessmen
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pick
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at
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her
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brains
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Pulls
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back
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skinny
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lips
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to
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reveal
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a
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proboscis
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Seems
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Seth
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Brundle's
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at
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it
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again
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Tears
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pages
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from
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spines
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as
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she
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judges
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the
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cover
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and
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shamelessly
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Answer
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spoils
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the
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end.
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Blood
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vessels
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drying
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and
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curling
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inside
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are
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unfurling
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from
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out
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of
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her
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wrists
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Well,
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she
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wrings
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out
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a
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snake
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and
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collects
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all
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its
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poison
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Intending
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on
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learning
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to
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hiss
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Foams
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at
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the
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mouth
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with
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a
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head
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full
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of
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acid
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And
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giving
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some
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poor
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illness
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the
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blame
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Knocking
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the
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pieces
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the
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fuck
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off
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the
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chessboard
|
insisting
|
that
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Answer
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she's
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won
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the
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game
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So
|
all
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that
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I
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see
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absolute
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entropy
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as
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the
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chemical
|
bonds
|
fall
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apart
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Well,
|
it
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seems
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she
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broke
|
me
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but
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I
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swear
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she
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could
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not
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break
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my
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heart
|
She
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could
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not
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break
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my
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heart,
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oh
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lord!
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Makes
|
up
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excuses
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for
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throbbing
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black
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bruises
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and
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uses
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them
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to
|
her
|
advantage
|
Never
|
came
|
down
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from
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her
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last
|
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Answer
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trip
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on
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Jesus
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Disease
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is
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her
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primary
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language
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Garbled
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and
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gruesome,
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her
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words
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so
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absurd
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Like
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I
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heard
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a
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transmission
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from
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Apollo
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13
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No
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apologies,
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I
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request
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misery
|
So
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no
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rest
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'til
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I've
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twisted
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her
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chest
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round
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my
|
knee
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So
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squeal
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like
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a
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trolly
|
wheel
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Cry
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like
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a
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baby
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with
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autism
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strapped
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to
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a
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ceiling
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fan
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Soil
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your
|
visage
|
|
Answer
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with
|
mucus
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and
|
twisting
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of
|
features
|
unable
|
to
|
stand
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Buckle
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your
|
knees
|
looking
|
up
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at
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me
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and
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beg
|
me
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to
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spare
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thee
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the
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back
|
of
|
my
|
hand
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For
|
the
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sake
|
of
|
humanity,
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die
|
of
|
the
|
blight
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We're
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blessed,
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you're
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barren
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as
|
Mojave
|
sands
|
So
|
all
|
that
|
I
|
see
|
absolute
|
entropy
|
as
|
the
|
chemical
|
bonds
|
fall
|
apart
|
Well,
|
it
|
seems
|
|
Answer
|
she
|
broke
|
me
|
But
|
I
|
swear
|
she
|
could
|
not
|
break
|
my
|
heart
|
So
|
all
|
that
|
I
|
see
|
absolute
|
entropy
|
as
|
the
|
chemical
|
bonds
|
fall
|
apart
|
Well
|
it
|
seems
|
she
|
broke
|
me
|
But
|
I
|
swear
|
she
|
can
|
go
|
fucking
|
die
|
You
|
can
|
go
|
fucking
|
die
|
Go
|
fucking
|
die
|
Go
|
fucking
|
die
|
Kill
|
yourself
|
and
|
go
|
die
|
Ugh
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Absolutely
|
reprehensible
|
behavior
|
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