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| Welcome to the Gogol Bordello. We'll be with you shortly. | |
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| What?! Do you know who I am? I'm Sir Thomas, Lord of Acid! | |
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| I'm sorry. Sit down and drink an Everclear with a spoon, Blondie | |
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| If you take too long I'll have you thrown into the firey furnaces, pigface! | |
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| But I'm ready for him! I know this isn't the Taj Mahal, and he's not a prince, but I don't want to rush to war. Why can't I see him now? | |
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| Because that's Tom, and Tom waits. | |
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