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All I want to do is [gunshots, cash register ring sounds] take your money...
No one on the corner has swagga like us
Hit me on the banner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell just pumping that gas.
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"Paper Planes"

 

M.I.A.

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All we really need to do is learn 'em so they don't frig up the cash register or offend the customers.

 

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From the lightning and the tempest,
O Lord, deliver us.
From the scourge of the earthquake,
O Lord, deliver us.
From plague, famine, and war,
O Lord, deliver us.
From the place of ground zero,
O Lord, deliver us.
From the rain of the cobalt,
O Lord, deliver us.
From the rain of the strontium,
O Lord, deliver us.
From the fall of the cesium,
O Lord, deliver us.
From the curse of the Fallout,
O Lord, deliver us.
From the begetting of monsters,
O Lord, deliver us.
From the curse of the Misborn,
O Lord deliver us. ~ Ch 2

 

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