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(singing) Look at your screen, and what do you see, It's the adventures of Terry, the Christmas Tree! Yeah!
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| The lot's empty except for you. I'm sorry, Terry. It looks like nobody's buying you again this year. | |
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(singing) Look at your screen, and what do you see, It's the adventures of Terry, the Christmas Tree! Yeah!
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| No, it really does hurt. How would you feel if the closest thing you had to love was a prostitute hanging your decorations? | |
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