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OF THE WORLD
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i'm mostly eating
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E
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THE MESSIAH,
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Is A Failure
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The Smell Of Napalm
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Than to be up Carolina
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But YOU Are The Caretaker. You've Always Been The Caretaker.
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It's his mother. She, eh, interferes.
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Little Shakin', Little Tenderizin'
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My Leg Hurts, My Butt Hurts, My Chest Hurts, My Face Hurts,
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Than To Stay Here And Die On This Sh!Thole Island, Spending The Rest Of My Life Talking.....
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Put Your Trust In The Lord. Your Ass Belongs To Me.
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Sydney Opera House, perhaps? The Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Herds of wildebeasts swinging majestically..
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"I'm afraid you've wandered into the wrong theatre".
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Ha! You Think I'm Fruity, Huh?
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Withnail: What for?
Marwood: Ask him about his house. Withnail: You want me to call whatshisname and ask him about his house? |
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"Yes, we'll buy this place, and we'll install a fu*king jukebox in here, and liven all you stiffs up a bit."
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I Ate His Liver With Some Fava Beans
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Was Convincing The World He Didn't Exist
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F
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F
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ARE
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IS A
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'Do I feel lucky?'
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MUM
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I am serious....
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Why? what is it?
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Funny Enough, I Was Just Talking To My Friend About That.
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I'm talking to an empty telephone
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CHECK
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