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But you're out now.
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Anything is possible.
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Let me pray with you.
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I think I'd rather tell you about my fantasies,
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like the one where I jam this gigantic crucifix up your ass,
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or the other one where I take my rotting teeth
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and my foul-breathed mouth
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and chomp down
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on your dried-up...
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Help me! Please!
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Oh, Sister, where's your sense of Christmas spirit?
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I'm just beginning to feel the comfort and joy!