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2.9sI know one of you is responsible for this.
4.24sSo repeat after me: If I withhold the truth, may I go straight to hell,
2.33swhere I will eat naught but burning-hot coals...
2.7sand drink naught but burning-hot cola.
2.47sWhere fiery demons will punch me in the back,
2.27swhere my soul will be chopped into confetti...
2.3sand strewn upon a parade of murderers and single mothers,