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(to a rap cadence) They have the power, and you don’t. You can say anything you want. Nothing you say…
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To the tune of the slow, ballad version of “Breaking Up Is Hard to Do,” To do do, down dooby-do…
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We’re there to steal their oil (Yes, yes, we’re there to steal their oil). We’re there to steal their oil…
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