| It was the darkest 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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| Heard the scarey wind
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| I seen the 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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| It was 11 o’clock upon a Friday night
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| You know the girl and me was feeling outta' sight
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| We had twenty reds and a big ol' pile of weed
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| You know we drank some wine and then we LSD’d
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| Chrissy puked twice and jumped on my bike
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| She yelled, «Fire it up, 'cause you know what I like!»
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| She burned her leg on a tail-pipe then
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| And yelled, «Shit-a-ree!», and puked again
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| I noticed even the crickets
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| Were actin' weird up here
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| 'N so I said
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| «Well, come on and let’s drink a little beer»
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| I said, «Gimme summa that what yer suckin' on. |
| .. «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, 'n my goddamn 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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| You know I knew 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 sonofabitch!»
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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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| The sucker just laughed 'n said:
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| Terry:
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| Oh, put it away. |
| .
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| You know, I ate her all up. |
| .. now what you gonna say?
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| FZ:
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| You ate my Chrissy?
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| Terry:
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| Yeah! |
| Titties 'n all!
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| FZ:
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| Well, what about the beer then?
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| Terry:
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| Ah. |
| .. Were the cans this tall?
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| FZ:
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| Even her boots?
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| Terry:
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| Now, would I lie to you?
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| FZ:
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| Shit, you musta been hungry!
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| Terry:
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| Yeah, this is true
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| FZ:
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| Don’t they pay you good
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| For the stuff you do?
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| Terry:
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| Well, you know
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| I can’t complain when the checks come through. |
| .
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| FZ:
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| I want my Chrissy
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| Terry:
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| Yeah?
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| FZ:
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| I want my beer
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| Terry:
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| So what?
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| FZ:
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| You just puke it back up, boy
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| Do you hear?
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| Terry:
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| Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
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| I mean, I am the Devil
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| 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 contract here. |
| .
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| FZ:
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| Yer goddam right, you
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| Son-of-a-whore
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| Terry:
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| Don’t call me that!
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| FZ:
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| That’s about the only reason I learned writin' for. |
| .
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| Gimme that paper. |
| .. bet yer ass I’ll sign. |
| .
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| Because I need a beer
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| 'N it’s titty-squeezin' time!
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| Terry:
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| Man, you can’t fool me. |
| .. you ain’t that bad. |
| .
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| I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls that I’ve had. |
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| FZ:
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| Oh, yeah?
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| Terry:
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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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| FZ:
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| Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true
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| I mean, after all you’re the Devil, now. |
| .
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| Whatcha gonna do? |
| Come on!
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| Terry: What am I gonna do?
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| FZ: You can— You can have my soul. |
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| Terry: What?
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| FZ: It’s a mean little sucker, 'bout a thousand years old. |
| .
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| Terry: You want me to take. |
| .. ?
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| FZ: But once you gets it. |
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| Terry: Oh, no
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| FZ: You can’t give it back. |
| .
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| Terry: Wha—
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| FZ: You gotta keep it forever. |
| .
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| Terry: Oh. |
| .
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| FZ: And that’s a natural fact
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| Terry: Forever?
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| FZ: Do you understand me, am I making myself perfectly clear to you?
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| Terry: Man, well, I don’t know if I want you around Hell forever
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| FZ: Take my soul
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| Terry: I mean. |
| .
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| FZ: Take my soul! |
| I don’t care
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| Terry: Oh, no. |
| .
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| FZ: Who needs a soul anymore?
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| Terry: No, wait a minute, you got those funky things growing in your hear, you.
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| FZ: Really. |
| Who needs it?
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| Terry: Oh, you’re crazy, man!
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| FZ: I’d rather have beer!
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| Terry: Wait— Oh, no, wait, you’re freaking me out. |
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| FZ: Take my soul, give me the beer
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| Terry: You want— No, wait, hold it, wait!
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| FZ: Give me the beer and the titties!
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| Terry: No, hold it, wait, wait, wait!
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| FZ: Give me the titties!
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| Terry: Titties, beer, wait!
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| FZ: Give me more beer
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| Terry: WAIT!
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| FZ: Give me bigger titties!
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| Terry: No, wait. |
| .. No, wait, please, please. |
| . |
| FZ: Bigger titties and more beer. |
| And hockey!
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| Terry: NO!
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| FZ: And give me football!
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| Terry: NOOO!
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| FZ: And give me baseball!
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| Terry: Wait!
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| FZ: And give me titties and beer and television!
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| Terry: Titties, beer and baseball, with television!
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| FZ: And give me. |
| .
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| Terry: No, wait!
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| FZ: Give me everything
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| Terry: Wait. |
| .
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| FZ: Take my soul, but. |
| .
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| Terry: God help me
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| FZ: Mostly the titties
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| Terry: Oh. |
| .
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| FZ: Just give me the titties
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| Terry: Wait, wait. |
| .. NOOOOO!
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| Terry:
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| No! |
| Don’t sign it! |
| Give me time to think. |
| .
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| I mean. |
| .. hold on, boy. |
| .
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| 'Cause that’s Magic Ink!
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| And then the Devil puked
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| 'N out jumped m’girl
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| They heard the titties PLOP-PLOPPIN', that’s right!
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| All around the world
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| «I GOT ME THREE BEERS 'N A COUPLE OF DOWNS
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| AN' I’M GONNA GET RIPPED, SO JUST FUCK 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, he farted
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| An' she went right over the cliff
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| «OH!. |
| .. "
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| Oh, she had such a good time going down. |
| .
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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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| 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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| I swear I do declare!
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| How did she get back there?
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| FZ: Awright! |
| Now we have a song for lovers only. |
| Pay close attention to this. |
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