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| | "King Missle Lyrics" | |
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| | Typed By: /<0rrUpT | |
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King Missle Spazs. King Missle is Fucked. King Missle Kicks Butt.
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The Commercial
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Lately I've seen red
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I've killed with words
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I've wished and hoped
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and swam through a river of snot
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twice as wide as the mighty
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Mississippi,
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but I wanna know about the commercial
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An Irish guy walking through a field of green
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whistling one of those Irish jigs
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and a woman walks up and says
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"manly yes, but I like it too."
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Then the guy pulls out a huge knife
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and cuts off his first two fingers
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and somehow catches them in what's
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left of his left hand
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and hands them to the woman.
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Did I mention they are both dressed in green?
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Then they both sing this song together
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"Are you icky, are you sticky, are you hot as anything
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hey cut off two of your fingers and stab yourself in the eye!"
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then he stabs himself in the eye and hands her the knife
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and she stabs herself in the eye okay, okay.
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So what about that?
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Then they join arms and do this Irish folk dance
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while taking turns dismembering each other
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this was a commerical for deoderant I think
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or soap or somthing
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now all the body parts are lying in a heap
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but the heads are still singing
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"Are you icky, are you sticky, are you hot as anything
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hey get away from summer and cut off all your limbs!"
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Then all the body parts start hoppin' and boppin' around
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like little bunny rats
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then they jump in the mouths of the singing heads
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but then they just slip right out of the severed necks
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and keep boppin' about
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it's very beautiful music that is playing
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there's and Irish flute and a mandolin I think
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and the background singers sound just like the Clancy Brothers
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it's really a wonderful comercial
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spectacular
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it must of cost a fortune to make
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the kind of commercial you would see during a Super Bowl maybe
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where the advertising time cost a million dollars
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a half a minute
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wow imagine that
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a million dollars for half a minute
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anyway by the end it looks like the two of them have been
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a juicer or a food processor or a blender or somthing
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it's just a pink puraid of blood bone and flesh in a big bucket
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but it's still singing somehow
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are you icky, are you sticky, are you hot as anything
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hey blend yourself, proccess yourself
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become a glass of animal juice
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haven't you had enough of fruit juices and vegtable juices
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next time company comes over offer them a cool refreshing glass
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of youself
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give 'em yourself
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stop being such a selfish piece of snot, okay?
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okay, okay.
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and now back to our program
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Socks
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Look at all my socks
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Oh so many, many socks
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I can't even believe it
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can you imagine how they make so many socks
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I can't even begin to count them all
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let alone think about wearing them
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so many socks
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how did I get so many
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where did they come from
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HEY
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why do I have so many socks
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I'm innovated
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I can't
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no I'm sorry
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this won't do
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I cannot have this
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this is too many
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I cannot have this many socks
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this will not do
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please take some of these socks
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many away at once
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Ah yes thank you
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this is much more managable
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this is quite good
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this is quite precisley the cleanest essentially right number
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I am extremely pleased
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Love Is
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Love is beautiful
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Like birds that sing
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Love is not ugly
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like rats in a puddle of vomit
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Love is beautiful
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Like the sunshine
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and the dancing wind
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Love is not ugly
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like pus
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and lice
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and tabacco snot
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Love is beautiful
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Like all the little animals
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in a forest full of green
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that smells like pine and wonder
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Love is not invisible brain control
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and pain
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and malicious intent
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and lying all the time
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although it can be all of these things
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and more
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Love is a many splendored thing
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It is not a shitload of slaughtered pigs
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rotting and festering
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in the bleeding desert
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Love is what love is
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and Love is not
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what love is not
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What If
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One day
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what if one day
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what if I say
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I wish I was a tree
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and then suddenly I was a tree
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then could I wish myself back
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No trees can't wish
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What if I wished I was a wishing tree
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A tree that could wish
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What if I wished I was a toilet bowl
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and then I was one
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and the wind changed
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and I stayed that way
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Or what If I wished I was a toilet bowl
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and suddently I was a tree
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would I be able to say
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hey I wanted to be a toilet bowl
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not a tree
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no I wouldn't be able to say that
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because trees can't talk
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they don't have any mouths
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I would have to have the foresight to say
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I wish I was a toilet
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but If I changed into a tree instead
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I wish to be a tree with a mouth
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and can wish to change back into
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a human being
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because I only ever want
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to be a toilet
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or a tree
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for a very great period of time
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I guess
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This is the exact reason
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why they always say
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you should be very careful
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what you wish for
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The Dishwasher
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He looked late 30s maybe mid-30
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tall maybe 6 feet
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I saw him I the guatamalan clothing place
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He was thin, and hungry
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they sold jewlry there I noticed some bracelets
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with sanscript writing on them
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I think the woman behind the counter looked
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like she was Indian
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not American-Indian,
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Indian-Indian
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she had a weird smile
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on her face as I walked in
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I saw looking at the bracelets
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he said he was looking for work
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he said I applied for work
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as a dishwasher
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as a dishwasher
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as a dishwasher
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over at the hotel, I'll find out tommmorow
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but if they don't there are 6 other places looking
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for dishwashers
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she's smiling at him and I'm realizing
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now hours later
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she didn't know him, he said "see ya" and leaves
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and I'm still looking at stuff
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she looks real nervous.
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she's not Indian
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too light skinned, maybe, I don't know but she
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didn't speak english very well so he says "see ya"
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and I'm looking at stuff and I'm realizing now,
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hours later, she didn't know him
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she was just going along with him and he
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obvisouly wasn't a customer either
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cause he said he was looking for work
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he applied for work as a dishwasher
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as a dishwasher
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as a dishwasher
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they don't make alot of money
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somthing was going on
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he was desperate
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maybe he went in there to try to sell somthing
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maybe he was trying to distract her so he could
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take somthing.
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He was thin, and hungry and desperate
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I mean he obvisouly wasn't a customer but
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I didn't figure it out till later after
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the movie I'm walking back and I'm playing the
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movie back in my head
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I'm playing the scene back in my head in the
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store, he looked late 30s maybe mid 30s
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maybe 6 feet in the guantamalan clothing place
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they sold bracelets with sanscript writing on them
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the woman behind the counter looked light skinned,
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she didn't speak english very well
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I should of done somthing
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I should of realized
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I should of paid attention
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I should of been awake
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he told her he was looking for work
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as a dishwasher
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as a dishwasher
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a dishwaher
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I didn't really get a good look at him
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he looked like a dishwasher
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I belived him
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but now I think he was lying
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I think he took somthing
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she seemed real nervous
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I should of done somthing
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I didn't know
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I wish I had done somthing
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I didn't know
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is she all right?
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do you think he...
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did she identify him?
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if she's dead now how did she get my name
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I don't know any dishwshers
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no I never was in vietnam
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she is definetally not vietnamese
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is she dead
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do you think he
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he looked late 30s
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I think he stole somthing
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do you think he killed her
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He looked late 30s
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maybe mid 30s
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tall, maybe 6 feet
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I saw him in the guatamalan clothing place
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he was thin and hungry
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they sold jewlery there too
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I noticed some bracelets there with sanscript
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writing on them
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the woman behind the counter looked like she
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Indian
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not American-Indian
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but Indian-Indian
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she had a weird smile on her face as I walked in
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I was looking at the bracelets
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he said he was looking for work
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he said
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I applied for work
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as a dishwasher
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as a dishwasher
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a dishwasher!
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Mr. A-Ko is a Penis.
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