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 | you're just another mirage aren't you, im gonna die out here aren't i? |  |
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 | certainly not sir, wud one like a glass of sparkling water |  |
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 | so what, you are real, not a figment of my deranged imagination |  |
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 | im as real as the sand you stand on Mr. Smith sir |  |
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 | then im afraid im gonna have to eat your liver and face |  |
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