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The Prime Minister Goes in Seek of Help.
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| Confederation is really starting to get to me doc... | |
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| Don't worry I am here to make you happy, boss! What can I say to make you feel better? | |
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| Well... you could just make my life easier by getting them to all think that it's a good idea. | |
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| Well you are the prime minister of Canada. Why don't you just chose yourself and not let the citizens choose? 'Cuz obviously they don't have a clue what they are saying boss. | |
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And with that confederation happened.
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| Ughh, I got all these haters like A.A Dorion up in my grill. I can't focus anymore doc, I think I might have to just do that... | |
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| You tell 'em boss! But when the people start planing murder, you know who there trying to kill, right? Oh, and by the way, I had nothing to do with this. :D | |
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