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| slavery (or) speechless |
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| rain rain go away! |
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| hey cutie, am your sister |
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| setting the strings of freedom |
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| it was never my fault, baby |
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| i will protect you ever after death |
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| mommy, when will they distribute food? |
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| actually i have more gold in my garage |
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| temporary, but safe house |
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| so big a black hole in space! |
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| hey! do i resemble Russel Crowe's kid? |
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| finally they accepted us |
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| want to |
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| aah! some how i managed to hold a pen |
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| as a mess, oil-spill |
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| will there be more space to park my bike? |
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| adventures-unexplained |
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| how soothing! |
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| fire under the rocks |
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| take me before some one marries me |
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| how about our baby-rider? |
