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Start with this iconic shishkebab, and follow your nose until ironic urges cause you to pull it off your face
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| As well as a helicopter and a shoe, I got you a surprise for your birthday, Trev | |
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| It better not be another emura | |
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With your other senses reversed, you'll only understand the language of hate
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| I hope it will not pencil me, Pablo | |
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Merciless forces will openly mock your inability to sense light and sound, taste the sarcasm in the air, detect emotional responses from others, or heat on your skin
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| I have no desire to be pencilled | |
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