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At a downtown karaoke bar that night...
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| Hey Julie, why don't you ditch the loser and come back to my crib, beautiful... | |
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| Excuse me, Lucas... He might be a loser... | |
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| "Hit me with your best shot... something, something, FIRE AWAYYYY" | |
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| But he's my prince of losers... | |
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