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Like Bubonic Plague doth spread my grin, As a  single chip, I grasp and  take. My mouth I open, my stomach aches Every second is closer to heaven.
Cinderella dressed in blue Went to a club to go find a boo Her feet were killing her So she took off her shoes She moved her hips to the catchy tunes   She was drinking way too much
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