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Post by ZBoxDemon on Aug 12, 2003 3:01:37 GMT -5
Hehe, I feel so unliked .
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 12, 2003 3:11:49 GMT -5
Well, damn you some more.
It’s Close To Midnight And Something Evil’s Lurking In The Dark Under The Moonlight You See A Sight That Almost Stops Your Heart You Try To Scream But Terror Takes The Sound Before You Make It You Start To Freeze As Horror Looks You Right Between The Eyes, You’re Paralyzed ‘Cause This Is Thriller, Thriller Night And No One’s Gonna Save You From The Beast About Strike You Know It’s Thriller, Thriller Night You’re Fighting For Your Life Inside A Killer, Thriller Tonight
You Hear The Door Slam And Realize There’s Nowhere Left To Run You Feel The Cold Hand And Wonder If You’ll Ever See The Sun You Close Your Eyes And Hope That This Is Just Imagination But All The While You Hear The Creature Creepin’ Up Behind You’re Out Of Time
‘Cause This Is Thriller, Thriller Night There Ain’t No Second Chance Against The Thing With Forty Eyes You Know It’s Thriller, Thriller Night You’re Fighting For Your Life Inside Of Killer, Thriller Tonight
Night Creatures Call And The Dead Start To Walk In Their Masquerade There’s No Escapin’ The Jaws Of The Alien This Time (They’re Open Wide) This Is The End Of Your Life
They’re Out To Get You, There’s Demons Closing In On Every Side They Will Possess You Unless You Change The Number On Your Dial Now Is The Time For You And I To Cuddle Close Together All Thru The Night I’ll Save You From The Terror On The Screen, I’ll Make You See
That This Is Thriller, Thriller Night ‘Cause I Can Thrill You More Than Any Ghost Would Dare To Try Girl, This Is Thriller, Thriller Night So Let Me Hold You Tight And Share A Killer, Diller, Chiller Thriller Here Tonight
RAP
Darkness Falls Across The Land The Midnite Hour Is Close At Hand Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood To Terrorize Y’awl’s Neighbourhood And Whosoever Shall Be Found Without The Soul For Getting Down Must Stand And Face The Hounds Of Hell And Rot Inside A Corpse’s Shell The Foulest Stench Is In The Air The Funk Of Forty Thousand Years And Grizzy Ghouls From Every Tomb Are Closing In To Seal Your Doom And Though You Fight To Stay Alive Your Body Starts To Shiver For No Mere Mortal Can Resist The Evil Of The Thriller
Fran Drescher ate my petunias.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 12, 2003 16:49:39 GMT -5
The Devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal. He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind, he was willing to make a deal. When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot. And the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said, "Boy let me tell you what: I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too, And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you. Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the Devil his due. I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin, But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret, 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Johnny, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard, 'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals the cards And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold, But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul!
The Devil opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show." And fire blew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow. And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss. Then a band of demons joined in, and it sounded something like this.
When the Devil finished, Johnny said, "Well you're pretty good old son. But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done!"
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run. The Devil's in the house of the rising sun. Chicken in the breadpan a picking out dough, Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."
The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat. And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet. Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again, I done told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best there's ever been."
He played...
Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run. The Devil's in the house of the rising sun. Chicken in the breadpan a picking out dough, Granny will your dog bite, "No, child, no."
I am Lugoush!!
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 12, 2003 23:09:24 GMT -5
SPOKEN: I was takin' a trip out to L.A. Toolin' along in my Chevrolet Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio ... Just as I crossed the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine And I knew that left rear tire was about to go.
Well, the spare was flat and I got uptight 'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight So I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car It was right in front of this little bar Kind of redneck lookin' joint, called the Dew Drop Inn.
Well, I stuffed my hair up under my hat And told the bartender that I had a flat And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one There was one thing I was sure proud to see There wasn't a soul in the place, 'cept for him and me And he just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone.
I called up the station down the road a ways And he said he wasn't very busy today And he could have somebody there in just 'bout ten minutes or so He said now you just stay right where you're at And I didn't bother tellin' the durn fool I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go.
I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar When some guy walked in and said; "Who owns this car? With the peace sign, the mag wheels and four on the floor?" Well, he looked at me and I damn near died And I decided that I'd just wait outside So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door.
Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin These five big dudes come strollin' in With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth And I was almost to the door when the biggest one Said; "You tip your hat to this lady, son." And when I did all that hair fell out from underneath.
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight In Jackson, Mississippi on a Saturday night 'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me They all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick So I just reached out and kicked old green-teeth right in the knee.
He let out a yell that'd curl your hair But before he could move, I grabbed me a chair And said; "Watch him folks, 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man." "Well, you may not know it, but this man's a spy He's an undercover agent for the FBI And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan."
He was still bent over, holdin' on to his knee But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went I said; "Would you beleive this man has gone as far As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars And he voted for George McGovern for president."
"He's a friend of them long-haired, hippie type, pinko fags I betcha he's even got a Commie flag Tacked up on the wall, inside of his garage He's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys He may look dumb, but that's just a disguise He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage."
They all started lookin' real suspicious at him And he jumped up an' said; "Now, just wait a minute, Jim You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life." "I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Birch And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church And I ain't even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife."
Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed But I didn't wait around to hear the rest I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck And when I hit the ground, I was makin' tracks And they were just takin' my car down off the jacks So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up.
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot And I guess I should-a gone ahead and run But somehow I couldn't resist the fun Of chasin' them all just once around the parkin' lot.
Well, they're headin' for their car, but I hit the gas And spun around and headed them off at the pass I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air Ha Ha, well, I had 'em all out there steppin' and fetchin' Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin' But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there.
When I hit the road I was really wheelin' Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin' And I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas Well, I think I'm gonna re-route my trip I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped If I went to L.A. - via Omaha.
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by ZBoxDemon on Aug 12, 2003 23:13:55 GMT -5
I hide myself inside the shadows of shame The silent symphonies were playing their game My body echoed to the dreams of my soul This God is something that I could not control
Where can I run to now? The joke is on me No sympathizing God is insanity, yeah Why don’t you just get out of my life, yeah? Why don’t you just get out of my life now? Why doesn’t everybody leave me alone now? Why doesn’t everybody leave me alone, yeah?
Obsessed with fantasy, possessed with my schemes I mixed reality with pseudogod dreams The ghost of violence was something I seen I sold my soul to be the human obscene
How could it poison me? The dream of my soul How did my fantasies take complete control, yeah? Why don’t you just get out of my life, yeah? Why don’t you just get out of my life now? Why doesn’t everybody leave me alone now? Why doesn’t everybody leave me alone, yeah?
Well I feel something’s taken me I don’t know where It’s like a trip inside a separate mind The ghost of tomorrow from my favorite dream Is telling me to leave it all behind Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow Got to get to happiness, want no more of sorrow
How I lied, went to hide How I tried to get away from you now Am I right if I fight? That I might just get away from you now Sting me!
Well I feel something’s giving me the chance to return It’s giving me the chance of saving my soul Beating the demigod, I’m fading away I’m going backwards but I’m in control Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow Getting back to sanity, providence of sorrow
Was it wise to disguise How I tried to get away from you now Is there a way that I could pay Or is it true I have to stay with you now?
How I lied, went to hide How I tried to get away from you now Am I right if I fight? That I might just get away from you now Suck me!
I’m really digging schizophrenia the best of the earth I’ve seized my soul in the fires of hell Peace of mind eluded me, but now it’s all mine I simply try, but he wants me to fail Feel it slipping away, slipping in tomorrow Now I’ve found my happiness, providence of sorrow
No more lies, I got wise I despise the way I worshipped you yeah Now I’m free, can’t you see And now instead I won’t be led by you now Free!
Wet Towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 12, 2003 23:19:52 GMT -5
Put down your chainsaw and listen to me It's time for us to join in the fight It's time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys It's time to let the bedbugs bite
You better put all your eggs in one basket You better count your chickens before they hatch You better sell some wine before its time You better find yourself an itch to scratch
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can while Mr. Whipple's not around Stick your head in the microwave and get yourself a tan
Talk with your mouth full Bite the hand that feeds you Bite on more than you chew What can you do Dare to be stupid
Take some wooden nickles Look for Mr. Goodbar Get your mojo working now I'll show you how You can dare to be stupid
You can turn the other cheek You can just give up the ship You can eat a bunch of sushi and forget to leave a tip
Dare to be stupid Come on and dare to be stupid It's so easy to do Dare to be stupid We're all waiting for you Let's go
It's time to make a mountain out of a molehill So can I have a volunteer There's no more time for crying over spilled milk Now it's time for crying in your beer
Settle down, raise a family, join the PTA Buy some sensible shoes and a Chevyrolet And party 'till you're broke and they drive you away It's OK, you can dare to be stupid
It's like spitting on a fish It's like barking up a tree It's like I said you gotta buy one if you wanna get one free
Dare to be stupid (yes) Why don't you dare to be stupid It's so easy to do Dare to be stupid We're all waiting for you Dare to be stupid
Burn your candle at both ends Look a gift horse in the mouth Mashed potatoes can be your friends
You can be a coffee achiever You can sit around the house and watch Leave It To Beaver The future's up to you So what you gonna do
Dare to be stupid Dare to be stupid What did I say Dare to be stupid Tell me, what did I say Dare to be stupid It's alright Dare to be stupid We can be stupid all night Dare to be stupid Come on, join the crowd Dare to be stupid Shout it out loud Dare to be stupid I can't hear you Dare to be stupid OK, I can hear you now Dare to be stupid Let's go, Dare to be stupid Dare to be stupid Dare to be stupid Dare to be stupid Dare to be stupid Dare to be stupid Dare to be stupid Dare to be stupid
Wet Towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 12, 2003 23:32:46 GMT -5
You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you Help me I broke apart my insides . Help me I've got no soul to sell Help me the only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself
I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation . You can have the hate that it brings You can have my absence of faith . You can have my everything Help me you tear down my reason . Help me it's your sex I can smell Help me you make me perfect . Help me become somebody else
I want to fuck you like an animal I want to feel you from the inside I want to fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You get me closer to god
Through every forest , above the trees Within my stomach . Scraped off my knees I drink the honey inside your hive You are the reason I stay alive
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 12, 2003 23:41:54 GMT -5
I love myself I want you to love me When I'm feeling down I want you above me I search myself I want you to find me I forget myself I want you to remind me I don't want anybody else When I think about you I touch myself I don't want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no You're the one who makes me come honey You're the sun who makes me shine When you're around I'm always laughing I want to make you mine I close my eyes And see you before me Think I would die If you were to ignore me A fool could see Just how much I adore you I get down on my knees I’d do anything for you I don’t want anybody else When I think about you I touch myself I don’t want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no I want you I don't want anybody else And when I think about you I touch myself Ooh, oooh , oooooh , aaaaaah
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 12, 2003 23:51:26 GMT -5
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off - hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 13, 2003 0:04:48 GMT -5
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you. The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our chests. About the special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts, maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area. Maybe in the liver. Maybe in the kidneys. Maybe even in the colon, we don't know.
I'm just a regular Joe with a regular job I'm your average white suburbanite slob I like football and porno and books about war I've got an average house with a nic hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my car My feet on my table, and a cuban cigar
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested (Oh no) No Way (Uh-uh) No, I've gotta go out and have fun At someone else's expense (Oh yeah) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow in the ultrafast lane While people behind me are going insane
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets and piss on the seat I walk around in the summertime saying, "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces While handicapped people make handicapped faces
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's a real fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song Ranting and raving and carrying on Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong
Naaaah!
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
[Spoken] You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, hot pink with whaleskin hub caps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheese burgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers and when I'm done sucking down those grease ball burgers, I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag and then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam container right out the side and there ain't a God damned thing anybody can do about it. YOu know why? Because we got the bombs, that's why.
[Spoken] Two words. Nuclear fucking weapons, okay?! Russia, Germany, Romania - they can have all the Democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake-walk right through the middle of Tiananmen square and it won't make a lick of difference because we've got the bombs, okay?! John Wayne's not dead - he's frozen. And as soon as we find the cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out the duke and he's gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiple that by 15-million times, that's how pissed off the Duke's gonna be. I'm gonna get the Duke and John Cassavetes... (Hey) and Lee Marvin (Hey) and Sam Pekinpah (Hey) And a case of Whiskey and drive down to Texas... (Hey, you know you really are an asshole) Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song pal!
I'm an asshole (He's an asshole, what an asshole) I'm an asshole (He's the world's biggest asshole)
A-S-S-H-O-L-E Everybody! A-S-S-H-O-L-E
[Barking] Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Arf Fung achng tum a fung tum a fling chum Oooh Oooh
[Spoken] I'm an asshole and proud of it!
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 13, 2003 0:13:31 GMT -5
Time for another new closer.
I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long... How long must we sing this song How long, how long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight...
Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across the dead end street But I won't heed the battle call It puts my back up Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won The trench is dug within our hearts And mothers, children, brothers, sisters Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long... How long must we sing this song How long, how long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight...tonight...
Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes Wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away Oh, wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
And it's true we are immune When fact is fiction and TV reality And today the millions cry We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
The real battle just begun To claim the victory Jesus won On...
Sunday Bloody Sunday Sunday Bloody Sunday...
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 13, 2003 0:31:58 GMT -5
She would never say where she came from Yesterday don’t matter if it’s gone While the sun is bright Or in the darkest night No one knows She comes and goes
Goodbye, ruby tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I’m gonna miss you...
Don’t question why she needs to be so free She’ll tell you it’s the only way to be She just can’t be chained To a life where nothing’s gained And nothing’s lost At such a cost
There’s no time to lose, I heard her say Catch your dreams before they slip away Dying all the time Lose your dreams And you will lose your mind. Ain’t life unkind?
Goodbye, ruby tuesday Who could hang a name on you? When you change with every new day Still I’m gonna miss you...
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 13, 2003 7:44:32 GMT -5
Hey, there ya go. Xaroc never could figure out that you gotta follow a song about a day with another song about a day... ;D
Bah-da Bah-da-da-da Bah-da Bah-da-da-daBah-da Bah-da-da-daMonday, Monday, so good to meMonday Mornin', it was all i hoped it would beOh Monday Mornin', monday mornin' couldn't guarnteeThat Monday evenin' you would still be here with meMonday Monday can't trust that dayMonday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that wayOh Monday Mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to beOh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take meEvery other day, every other dayEvery other day of the week is fineYeah but whenever monday comes,But whenever monday comes a-you can find me cryin' all of the timeMonday, Monday, so good to meMonday Mornin', it was all i hoped it would beOh Monday Mornin', monday mornin' couldn't guarnteeThat Monday evenin' you would still be here with meEvery other day, every other dayEvery other day of the week is fine, Fuck YeahBut whenever monday comes, But whenever monday comesA-you can find me cryin' all of the timeMonday Monday can't trust that dayMonday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that wayOh Monday, Monday, won't go awayMonday Monday, it's here to stayOh Monday, Monday Oh Monday, Monday
Wet towels make bad neighbors.
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Post by Xaroc on Aug 13, 2003 15:55:22 GMT -5
Thanks. I guess I could of put them in order but heres another one.
Nothing here to fear I'm just sitting around being foolish when there is work to be done Jjust a hang-up call and the quiet breathing of our Persian we call Cajun on a Wednesday
so we go from year to year with secrets we've been keeping Though you say you're not a Templar man
Seems as if we're circling for very different reasons But one day the Eagle has to land
Out past the fountain a left by the station I start the day in the usual way Then think -- well why not -- and stop for a coffee then begin to recall things that you say
No one's at the door You suggest a ghost perhaps a phantom I agree with this in part Something is with us I can't put my finger on -- is Thumbalina size 10 on a Wednesday --
so we go from year to year with secrets we've been keeping Though you say you're not a Templar man
Seems as if we're circling for very different reasons But one day the Eagle has to land
Out past the fountain a left by the station I start the day in the usual way Then think -- well why not -- and stop for a coffee then begin to recall things that you say Pluck up the courage and snap it's gone again I start humming "When Doves Cry"
Can someone help me I think that I'm Lost here Lost in a place called America
Wet towels make bad neighbors
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 13, 2003 17:14:01 GMT -5
So did everyone forget that we're choosing a new end line?
Hot air hangs like a dead man From a white oak tree People sitting on porches Thinking how things used to be Dark night Dark night
The neighborhood was changing Strangers moving in A new boy fell for a local girl When she made eyes at him
She was young and pretty No stranger to other men But doors were being locked at night Old lines were drawn again
[Chorus]
I thought things like that Didn't matter anymore I thought all the blood Had been shed long ago Dark night Dark night
He took her to the outskirts And pledged his love to her They thought it was their secret But someone knew where they were
He held her so close He asked about her dreams There was a shot from a passing car And the young girl screamed
[repeat chorus]
Hot towels make bad neighbors.
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