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| Hey boss, I heard a rumour that you wanted to trade me and my linemates. Is it because we ruined your sheets in that prank? | |
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| No, no... I ain't talkin' bout the linen... | |
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| ...and I DON'T want to trade your line. | |
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| But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out? | |
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| God, I'd REALLY love to see you tonight! | |
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