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| I am a biscuit, in a box I dwell, it's dry in here, but what the hell! I just lie in here with all of my friends, I hope this good life never ends! | |
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| What's going on, they've taken me out, for what purpose, I have some doubt. I'm on the floor, I've drawn a crowd, and now their grunting's getting way too loud! | |
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