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| Can't nobody hold me down! Oh, no! I got to keep on moo-Oh, hello. | |
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| Uhm, I don't really know where I am. Or how I got here. | |
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| Me neither, one day I'm shootin Yankees on green earth under blue skies, then Pow! I wake up and everythin's like this. | |
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| So, uh, you think we're in Mexico or somethin'? | |
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| Mexico? Makes sense. But no one e'er told me before how mean these Mexican sunabitches can be. I tell ya, e'eryone of em's bound for Hellfire. | |
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