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as you're the only blonde in the joint,
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but there's a city of men, desperate men,
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some of whom know they're gonna die,
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death frees the beast.
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Do I need to tell you what these bastards could do
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to a big, creamy bitch like you in the dark?
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Okay, enough, Hemingway. I get it.
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There's a war going on, don't trust anyone.
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So how do I know if I can even trust you now?
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The best way to find out if you can trust somebody
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is to trust him.
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Werner, you're right.