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The music starts - the dance begins |
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Clan Dark Blade salutes you. |
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Pop some tabs; :::::::::: Roll those slabs. :::::::::: Turn up the bass heat; :::::::::: Become that phatt beat. :::::::::: For it is time for, :::::::::: The nano dance of death. :::::::::: |
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We'll grow on you. |
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The house was still low and sprawling, |
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SOMEONE HAS BEEN A BIT CARELESS HAVEN'T THEY? |
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Greetings! |
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