| Seriously, this is a question I asked my dad when I was like 4 years old because it's cool to ask questions like that when you're 4 years old. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, coughed, and said whatever.
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Like a ship without an anchor, like a slave without a chain, just the thought of those sweet ladies sends a shiver through my veins. And I will go on shining, shining like brand new. I'll never look behind me, my troubles will be few.
Goodbye stranger, it's been nice. Hope you find your paradise. Tried to see your point of view, hope your dreams will all come true. Goodbye Mary, goodbye Jane, will we ever meet again? Feel no sorrow, feel no shame. Come tomorrow, feel no pain.
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