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aboard the battleship, gray sky, the day i got the phone call Jam Master Jay died so, no, i'll probably never write another daylight because the stingers tend to cling more than a portable hay rides it adds up when a pioneer fall incompares to your ninety-nine bottles of beer wall there's banana peels in your hamster wheels hand cannons in your shoebox, please mine's got adidas, rest in peace.............get at me.
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