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I wasn't trying to prove anything to Fitch.
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I was trying to prove it to myself.
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But you know what? Maybe I'm just not a good person.
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And if I'm gonna be totally honest,
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sick people give me the creeps.
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Ugh, I know, they can be super needy.
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So I've decided. Enough is enough.
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And I'm going upstairs to turn in my petticoat.
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Oh hey, while you're up there,
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would you mind asking somebody how many times
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you can sit on the x-ray machine
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before you have to start worrying about butt-cancer?