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| "Tonight, tonight. The world will end tonight. Tonight there will be no morning stars." | |
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| "Tonight, tonight. I'll blow this orb, tonight..." | |
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| Whoa. whoa pops. Hold on there. What about the Myan predictions? | |
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| Damnit, boy. You broke my stride. Play it again, Sam. Take it from the top. | |
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| Listen, after ya blow up the world will ya sing me a little "Officer Krupke"? | |
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