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Now Wash your hands

Hands across the pond to the NPR, When you give power to the truth It's a beacon from afar, We've got a message from the UK Coming at you, forsooth, So now feel me when I say, From the Morning Edition Get Embedded every day, When All Things Are Considered, We need to hear what you've go to say, Keep the Tiny Desk running hot, Got to love those funky, fresh, sounds Don't let Trump's lies go unchallenged Fact check them down to the ground, Fake news, fake flues or 'inject yourself with Lysol'! The only cure for tyrrany Is not to tolerate it, people So....... Don't let the WackaDood Give you any Other Smother, The Republic will survive, I pray, If you respect each other.

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