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| He gets down on his knees and hugs me...like he loves me... | |
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| I'm working on a song, can this wait? | |
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| I couldn't help but overhear, and I'm sorry to report that John is consumed with jealousy of your post-Beatles career. | |
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| Dammit, Chapman. Now I'm stuck. Who else on earth could possibly love me like a rock? | |
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