Woe?
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Blame it on the rain.
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Whoa!
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Blame it on the name game.
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Size-up, suit up self-esteem.
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Tie-down, dress-down fight in the dog-days.
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Wolf nights?
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Introspection and longing are a feverish solitaire.
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In fact, it's a lot like masturbation.
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When you win, you beat yourself.
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See-saw, hear / say.
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Say-saw, heresy.
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Stimulus, responsive.
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Stimuli responded.
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Let's pick a definition!
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Undue sense of ones own arrogance or a family of lions?
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Yeah, I'm afraid.
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I don't want to die.
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Not now.
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Not ever.
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It's a harsh reality, right?
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It's the most offensive truth.
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Those songs you'll hear when you're deaf.
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What will they sound like when there's no sound at all?
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Footsteps you see in the dark.
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Footsteps you see?
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Cat and mouse is a game of subterfuge.
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The mind scratches itself to pieces.
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Spat-up.
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Chew it down or leave the entrails to dry in the sun.
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In summation, fright is nothing more than a collection of preemptive suicides.
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Do what you do to be alive.
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It's a massacre outside that hole, wandering three-blind mrs. butcher.
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Suspense!
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"it's that cat, doc, he scares me to death,"
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Confesses the mouse to the shrink.
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False Evidence Appearing Real
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| Folly |
