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I'm in this big city and I'm cold I'm gonna find some stuff to steal this eye Boy, this game is getting old Around every corner there's something bad Spiders, apparitions, haunts and craymen You might think they add to the atmosphere But I just think they're gay, man Used up all my arrows, drank up all my potions Only got the sword and blackjack left I'm soon to be dead and I hear them coming Man, I stink at theeeeeft! |
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