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As I recoiled in fear and was turning around/the Mob From Hell towards me swelled with a bound.
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They were dressed impeccably, from their head to their feet/and their clothes were all tarnished with names of the elite.
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A bundle of cash they waved in my face/and I felt as if I were a bookie in a demented horse race.
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