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| I can see clearly now the rain is gone. | |
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| But it never rained today Lord Jesus, this is Vegas. | |
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yes cute is alive and well,
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| Why do you question my love for you Ling Ling Bathry, you smooth blended pineapple strawberry short-cake dew drop nestle quickie suck taste bud lolita widescreen no-top tart pop. | |
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| I'm just a girl who don't know nothing. I play the violin. And I get wetty wetty. | |
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I hated the fact that Loretta was a song about Sandra Bollocks. SEX PISTOLS FOR LIFE.
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| Silence, you are driving me into a frenzy of violent self-lubrication my detractor child. | |
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| I once knew a Spaniard named Pablo Picasso. I was only four but still he made me lick his wet oil paint. Amber Brown I think? | |
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