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Turn it off, wipe that look off your face. Turn it off, look what you doneto this place. yer flawless sense of timing. you got so many lines, thefaucet just keeps on running, water down in style - ya know the softanswer, from a thinkin' man, makes for the softest landing, turn away awhole flock of wrath, but when yer plumbing backs up, you're gonna drink itdown, where ya gonna shack up? Who's yer landlord now? - etc...
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