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Mine
It’s mine, oh, it’s mine; I’ll snatch it away.
Everyone look elsewhere, it’s mine today.
Threads are tied, one end to it, one to me.
A fish, I’ll haul it close. It’s meant to be.
Now it’s time to wait, wait, wait for the call;
the boss to confirm it’s mine after all.
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