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Well, it seems that God has chosen me to sing his song.
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A song?
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Music. Did you say music?
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No. Yeah, you know, it's funny.
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It's a lot like that.
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It's like the distant chaos of an orchestra tuning up.
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And then somebody waves a magic wand,
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and all of those notes start to slide into place.
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A grotesque, screeching cacophony becomes a single melody.
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I really shouldn't be seen here.
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Who the frak are you?
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What? Am I supposed to be impressed?