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And then again next month, and so on and so on
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until the exquisite release of death.
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Oh, rent. Here we go again.
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Does that bitch ever stop?
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If that's death, it's for me.
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Tell him to honk and I'll be right out.
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Morning, Chestnut.
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Oh, what is it about those big, beautiful eyes
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that makes everything feel better.
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I guess I just have a warmth.
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Oh, you mean the horse.
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Is this still good?