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T.N.T. (Terror N Tinseltown) - Lyrics by Motley Crue


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Dr. david, telephone, please
Dr. david, telephone

Dr. david here to dispatch.

Dispatch. go ahead.

We have a 17 year old male.
Unconcious.
Possible o.d.
Patient is not breathing at this time.
We are presently putting on the mask.



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