| Pretty much
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| Got matches?
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| And I’m not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either
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| Are you guys musicians?
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| We’re magicians
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| What kind of music y’all play?
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| The kind that. |
| I dunno
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| Ask and so you shall receive
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| Whoo!
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| Reggae!
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| Reggae? |
| Oh, reggae!
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| I’m not too into reggae
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| Why not?
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| Oh well…
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| I don’t like it, that’s why
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| We play rock, blues. |
| Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi?
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| Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
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| Oh
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| I like a little of this kind of music
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| Yeah?
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| Yeah
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| I like jazz, blues
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| Oh, jazz is great
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| I’m not too into rap
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| I really don’t like that rap
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| Rap? |
| Rap
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| I like oldies
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| Some rock, some hard rock
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| I even like a little mexican music
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| Don’t understand the shit they’re sayin'
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| Don’t understand nuthin', but I like it
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| Now, the indian music
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| Now that’s somethin' to trip off of!
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| Acid
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| Because every song is like…
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| You’d better be trippin' pretty hard
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| Uh-huh
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| I’ll bet you trip hard
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| Acid
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| Oh, he’s got it goin' on
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| Don’t you go near ya hand…
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| Yeah
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| Everyday
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Everyday I say, oh please don’t lie
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| We gotta leave. |
| I swear
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| You should get a real one, man, what’s your fuckin problem?
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| Ah-hah
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| I never said I thought you were stupid either
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| He ain’t got nuthin' on there
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| Can one of y’all spare 20 cents
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| I don’t even have 20 cents
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| I don’t even have… uh.
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| If I had 20 cents a dollar like you…
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| I’d spend the last one…
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| This guy’s got 20 cents, I’d bet you
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| My wallet’s inside
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| Yeah, right, c’mon. |
| Yeah, c’mon, you got money
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| Yeah, you got cash
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| Yeah, we know you got money, man
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| Actually, I think I have a buck
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| Give her the fuckin' quarter!
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| We checked you out, we know you…
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| Whoo!
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| Reggae!
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| Reggae? |
| Oh, reggae!
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| I’m not too into reggae
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| C’mon down
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| One more time
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| C’mon down. |
| C’mon down
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| Yeah
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| Go down and see your baby now
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| No
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| We love you, yeah
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| When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there
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| Yeah
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| Fuck
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| Can’t go in there
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| Fuck
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| I know he wasn’t.
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| I immediately gave him all my money
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| Fuck
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| I know he wasn’t
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| I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason
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| You can stay here
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| Hey man
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| On that one
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| You got a good samaritan here
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| The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk
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| In public
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| What’s goin' on?
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| I’m gonna break down the…
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| He’s really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn’t work
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| You should get a real one, man, what’s you fuckin' problem
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| Laaa… got a night down…
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| Yah
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| Who’s this guy?
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| That’s Opie
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| Opie
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| Opie is our master
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| Who’s this guy?
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| That’s Opie
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| Yah
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| Who’s this guy?
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| That’s Opie
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| Opie
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| That’s Opie
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| Opie
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| And Opie is our master
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| I am the master
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| He’s so smart, he’s the smartest guy we know
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| He created this
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| Knock me out
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| Master of the mother-fucker
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| Wait, I have one
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| Try that
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| He usually doesn’t speak
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| Like, every 2 weeks
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| He speaks in tongues
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| Oh, in tounges
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| He only speaks every 2 weeks
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| (incoherent rambling)
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| Hey, y’all meet Raleigh?
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| This is like, speaking in tounges…
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| Whoo! |
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