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| oh my goatly friend, what will become of us? | |
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| one day, we'll find somebody who loves us and we'll grow extra appendages | |
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| all alone in the desert, by this stupid huge rock, how are we to find someone to love us in such a poor atmosphere? | |
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| let us embark on a trip to a green field, where mayhaps we meet someone to give us the attention our heads need | |
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| noone is here goat, you were wrong, as always. it was in fact your idea to move to the desert | |
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| i'm only a goat,i eat tin cans to survive. you trust the advice of someone who eats tin? you deserve your lack of love | |
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