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| Save for the Cornhuskers, all things must pass. I shant stay here, I move my ass. (exit) | |
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| Playing with you three don't come easy, If I were to stay, I would become queasy. (exit) | |
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| Imagine all these people playing on their own, You might say I'm a quitter, but I'm not the only one. (exit) | |
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| We're so sorry, Albert Hall, But those holes we made, we can't fix at all. (exit) | |
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