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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 10:33 am
Just glommin off your already-present text to make me big bucks smile Thanks! Xenedra Lyin' Eyes...EaglesCity girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace and go in style
Late at night a big old house gets lonely
I guess ev'ry form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is
Only given to a man with hands as cold as ice
So she tells him she must go out for the evening
To comfort an old friend who's feelin' down
But he knows where she's goin' as she's leavin'
She is headed for the cheatin' side of town
You can't hide your lyin' eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
She drives on through the nice anticipating
'cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel
She rushes to his arms,
They fall together
She whispers that it's only for awhile
She swears that soon she'll be comin' back forever
She pulls away and leaves him with a smile
You can't hid your lyin' eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't now way to hide you lyin' eyes
She gets up and pours herself a strong one
And stares out at the stars up in the sky
Another night, it's gonna be a long one
She draws the shade and hangs her head to cry
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone she feels just like a fool
My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things
You set it up so well, so carefully
Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things
You're still the same old girl you used to be
You can't hide your lyin eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
Honey, you can't hide your lyin' eyes
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 2:22 pm
Good idea Effie. *forgot if this is his first post*
Lyin' Eyes...Eagles
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man
And she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace and go in style
Late at night a big old house gets lonely
I guess ev'ry form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is
Only given to a man with hands as cold as ice
So she tells him she must go out for the evening
To comfort an old friend who's feelin' down
But he knows where she's goin' as she's leavin'
She is headed for the cheatin' side of town
You can't hide your lyin' eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin eyes
On the other side of town a boy is waiting
With fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal
She drives on through the nice anticipating
'cause he makes her feel the way she used to feel
She rushes to his arms,
They fall together
She whispers that it's only for awhile
She swears that soon she'll be comin' back forever
She pulls away and leaves him with a smile
You can't hid your lyin' eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't now way to hide you lyin' eyes
She gets up and pours herself a strong one
And stares out at the stars up in the sky
Another night, it's gonna be a long one
She draws the shade and hangs her head to cry
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone she feels just like a fool
My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things
You set it up so well, so carefully
Ain't it funny how your new life didn't change things
You're still the same old girl you used to be
You can't hide your lyin eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes
Honey, you can't hide your lyin' eyes
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 12:52 pm
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
sing a song of six pence a pocket full of rye... gold gold gold gold gold gold gold gold ::: you have to imagine drunken dwarves swinging their arms with mugs full of ale in order to get the full effect of that chant:::
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers how many pickled peppers did peter piper pick? baa baa black sheep have you any wool? No Mo-Fo! I'm on Strike! Who you callin' black anyways?! *giggle* Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard to give her dog a bone... Whoa! Don't mess with Ol' Lady Hubbard! She's keepin' victims in the cubbard! I just love messing with nursery rhymes.... wanna hear another?
TESTING THIS THEORY:
(gold before posting this message: 4124)
EDIT:
(gold after this post: 4152)
Total gold earned from uber-long first post of the day: 8
Hmm.... methinks our theory is not so valid?...
Nah, but it's FUN!
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 7:12 am
Gold before 1414
Edit: Gold after 1432 - not bad for a 3 word post
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 6:32 pm
Faithfully
- Journey
Highway run
Into the midnight sun
Wheels go round and round
Your're on my mind
Restless hearts
Sleep alone tonight
Sending all my love
Along the wire
They say that the road
Ain't no place to start a family
Right down the line
It's been you and me
And lovin' a music man
Ain't always what it's supposed to be
Oh, girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours - faithfully
Circus life
Under the big top world
We all need the clowns
To make us smile
Through space and time
Always another show
Wondering where I am
Lost without you
And being apart ain't easy on this love affair
Two strangers learn to fall in love again
I get the joy of rediscovering you
Oh, girl, you stand by me
I'm forever yours - faithfully
Oh, oh, oh, oh -
Faithfully, I'm still yours
I'm forever yours
Ever yours - faithfully
Edit: Gold earned: 33
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 10:59 am
These broken wings can take me no further,
I'm lost, and out at sea,
I thought these wings would hold me forever,
And on to eternity,
And far away I can hear your voice,
I can hear it in the silence of the morning,
But these broken wings have let me down,
They can't even carry me home.
In broken dreams that keep me from sleeping,
I remember all the things I said,
Well I've broken all the promises,
I said I would be keeping,
They're gone, like leaves they fell,
For it's so hard when you're far away,
All I needed was a shoulder I could cry on,
Now these broken dreams have woken me,
My love, will you carry me home.
Or will you treat me like some traveller,
On a dark and lonely road,
Who sees a light and a woman who will give him love,
Oh and just when she reaches the part,
When she's supposed to comfort his broken heart,
She turns away, and sends him travelling on, on,
Oh when I left I believed that nothing would go wrong,
I thought the whole world would be waiting for my story,
Take me back, my love, I need you now,
Come back and carry me home,
Take me back and heal theses broken wings,
Come back and carry me home.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 7:50 pm
Daily Records...Who
This could be suffering
This could be pleasure
I'm unaware of any difference
My head is aging
My balls are aching
But I'm not looking for deliverence
This could be letting on
This could be highly cut
I'm unaware of ~any difference
One says it can't be done
Then somebody does it - but
I'm not watching for equivalents.
I just don't quite know how to wear my hair no more
No sooner cut it than they cut it even more
Got to admit that I created private worlds
Cold sex and booze don't impress my little girls
Daily records
Just want to be making daily records
Try to avoid the bad news in the letters
Just wanna be making records
Play in - play out - fade in - fade out
Making records day in - day out
And they say it's just a stage in life
But I know by now the problem is a stage
And they say just take your time and it'll go away
But I know by now I'm never gonna change
I could be losing you
I could be coming through
I'm unaware of any difference
You still support me now
You love me anyhow
And I am still under your influence
We've had some years of hate
But now we're in the eights
I'm unaware of any difference
I need you even more
My money keeps me poor
I'm still amazed at your omnipotence
I look at baggy suits and leather capped with puke
I look at Richmond married couples denim look
I watch my kids grow up and ridicule the bunch~
When you are eleven the whole world's out to lunch
Daily records
Just wanna keep making daily records
Can't exist no more in chains and fetters
Just wanna keep making records
Play in - play out - fade in - fade out
Making records day in - day out
Just wanna be making daily records.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 7:37 am
Don't Let Go The Coat...Who
I can't be held responsible for blown behaviour
I lost all contact with my only saviour
No-one locked me out because I failed to phone up
I can't bear to live forever like a loner
Don't let go the coat
It's easy to be sad: when you lack a partner
But how would I react to a broken heart now
It ain't really true rock and roll unless I'm
Hanging onto you and when I hold it next time
I won't let go the coat
I try to explain but you never understand it
I need your body but I can't just demand it
I won't let go like a stray at heel
(Never let it out of your sight)
Every lonely wife knows the way I feel
(Don't let go tonight)
Don't let go the coat
Never let go the coat
Your friends all pass for life is just a market
But you have to finish everything you started
So I live my life tearing down the runway
Sure to get the hang of hanging in there someday
Don't let go the coat
Won't get no more chances - forget the war dances
Go blind and hang on - don't try the slang son
Never let go the coat.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 12:09 pm
Goin' Mobile...Who
I'm goin' home
And when I wanna go home
I'm goin' mobile
Well, I'm gonna find a home
And we'll see how it feels
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
And talk with people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me movin'
Out in the woods
Or in the city
It's all the same to me
When I'm drivin' free, the world's my home
When I'm mobile
Hee, hoo!
beep beep!
Play the tape machine
Make the toast and tea
When I'm mobile
Well I can lay in bed
With only highway ahead
When I'm mobile
Keep me movin'
Keep me movin'
Over 50
Keep me groovin'
Just a hippie gypsy
Come on move now
Movin'
Keep me movin', yeah
Keep me movin', groovin', groovin', yeah
Movin', Yeah
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, ...
I don't care about pollution
I'm an air-conditioned gypsy
That's my solution
Watch the police and the tax man miss me
I'm mobile
Oooooh, yeah, hee!
Mobile, mobile, mobile yeah
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 8:10 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 4:35 am
I wish I wish I wish
To every city
I wish I wish I wish
Every hood
I wish I wish I wish
And every block
I wish I wish I wish
Good ol' America
Rollin' through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
Came to let you know
That your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long years
Still waking up late at night crying tears
Just thinking about those days
You used to talk to me
Smilin' while I’m sippin' on this Hennessey
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy
And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh I can't believe my ears
And what everybody's sayin'
And boy I’ll tell you
Folks don't know the half
I would give it all up
Just to take one ride
With you
How I used to kick it on the front porch
With you
And how I used to lay back and smoke weed
With you
And all the little days and party joints we'd do
Now I’m just missing you
How I wish
I wish that I could hold you now
I wish that I could touch you now
I wish that I could talk to you
Be with you somehow
I know you're in a better place
And you know I can see your face
I know you're smiling down on me
Saying everything's okay
And if I never leave this thug life
I'll see you again someday
I wish I wish I wish
I wish I wish I wish
Now ever since this money come
Been nothing but stress
Sometimes I wish I could trade in my success
Y'all look at me and say boy you've been blessed
But y'all don't see the inside of my unhappiness
Man I swear this s**t gets heavy like a ton
That's why you hear me shootin'
This real s**t off like a gun
Hmm I wonder how my friends would treat me now
If I wasn't iced up with a Bentley and a house
That's why fake a** niggas get fake a** digits
And fake a** playas get a real playa hatin' 'em
Honey love goes platinum and y'all a** come around
But y'all don't wanna raise the roof
Until my s**t is going down
And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh I can't believe my ears
And what everybody's sayin'
And boy I’ll tell you
Folks don't know the half
I would give it all up
Just to take one ride
With you
How I used to hoop off in them tournaments
With you
And how I used to club hop on weekends
With you
Your family called the morning of the tragic end
Damn my condolences
I wish that I could hold you now
I wish that I could touch you now
I wish that I could talk to you
Be with you somehow
I know you're in a better place
And you know I can see your face
I know you're smiling down on me
Saying everything's okay
And if I never leave this thug life
I'll see you again someday
I wish I wish I wish
I wish I wish I wish
Voices in my head be telling me to come to church
Saying the lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt
Dreaming of windows black tinted like a hurts
When waking up to life sometimes seems worst
And all I ever wanted is to be a better man
And I try to keep it real with my homies now
For me to save the world I don't understand
How did I become the leader of a billion men
And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
Oh I can't believe my ears
And what everybody's sayin'
And boy I’ll tell you
Folks don't know the half
I would give it all up
Just to take one ride
With you
How I used to street perform on Friday
With you
And how I used to go to church on Easter Sunday
With you
Standing here throwing them songs at me
Somebody pray for me
I wish that I could hold you now
I wish that I could touch you now
I wish that I could talk to you
Be with you somehow
I know you're in a better place
And you know I can see your face
I know you're smiling down on me
Saying everything's okay
And if I never leave this thug life
I'll see you again someday
I wish I wish I wish
I wish I wish I wish
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 4:36 am
White Trash Beautiful, Trailer Park Queen
She slings hash at the diner from 11 to 5
She married a boy from school, thought he was oh so cool
But all he can do for money is drive
Out late haulin' freight on Interstate 5, prayin' he'll see home before his baby arrive
White Trash Beautiful, There's something you should know
My heart belongs to you
And you coulda found a better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl
He lights a cigarette, his eyes half open
He won't be home tonight, but she keeps hopin'
Drinkin himself to sleep is his only way of copein'
She waits for him every night, she leaves the front door open
It's 4 AM and doin 95, Tryin to stay awake and make it home alive
White Trash Beautiful, There's something you should know
My heart belongs to you
I know you coulda found a better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl
Her lips say painted red, nametag's crooked
Her heart's been gone awhile with the truck driving man that took it
He keeps her photograph on his rearview mirror
She prays for him every night, she hopes that he can hear her
White Trash Beautiful, There's something you should know
My heart belongs to you girl
I know you coulda found you some better guy
I'll love you till the day I die
I swear to God it's true
I'm comin' home to you
I'm comin' home to you girl
I'm comin' home to you
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 7:03 am
Is She Really Going Out With Him?...Joe Jackson
Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
>From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold
Look over there
Where
There there's a lady that I used to know
She's married now or engaged or something so I'm told
Chorus
Is she really going out with him
Is she really going to take him home tonight
Is she really going out with him
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me there's
Something going wrong around here
Tonight's the night when I go to all the parties down my street
I wash my hair and I kid myself I look real smooth
Look over there
Where
There here come Jeannie with her new boyfriend
They say that looks don't count for much and so there goes your proof
Chorus
Is she really going out with him
Is she really going to take him home tonight
Is she really going out with him
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me there's
Something going wrong around here
Around here
But if looks could kill
There's a man there who's marked down as dead
'Cause I've had my fill
Listen you take your hand from her hand
I get so mean around this scene
Hey yeah yeah
Is she really going out with him
Is she really going to take him home tonight
Is she really going out with him
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me there's
Something going wrong arouund here
Around here
Something's gone wrong around here
Something's gone wrong around here
Something's gone wrong around here
Something's gone wrong around
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 10:32 am
Only the Lonely...The Motels
We walk the lonelist mile
We smile without any style
We kiss altogether wrong, no intention
We lie about each other's strengths
We live without each other thinking
What anyone would do
Without me and you
It's like I told you
Only the lonely can play
So hold on, here we go
Hold on to nothing we know
I feel so lonely way up here
You mention the time we were together
So long ago
Well I don't remember
All I know is it makes me feel good now
It's like I told you
Only the lonely can play
Only the lonely
Only the lonely can play
Only the lonely
Only the lonely can play
It's like I told you
Only the lonely can play
Only the lonely
Only the lonely. . .
Can play
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2005 6:57 am
JUST REMEMBER I LOVE YOU
Firefall
When it all goes crazy and the thrill is gone
When the days get rainy and the nights get long
When you get that feelin you were born to lose
Starin' at your ceiling feelin' the blues
When there's so much trouble that you want to cry
When your love has crumbled and you don't know why
When your hopes are fading and they can't be found
Dreams have left you waiting friends let you down
Well just remember I love you
And it'll be all right
Just remember I love you
All that I can say just remember I love you
Maybe all your blues will fade away
When you need a lover and you're down so low
And you start to wonder but you never know
When it seems like sorrow is your only friend
Knowing that tomorrow you'll feel this way again
When the blues come cryin' at the break of dawn
When the rain keeps fallin' but the rainbow's gone
When you feel like cryin' but the tears won't come
Then your dreams are dyin' when you're on the run
Just remember I love you
And it'll be all right
Just remember I love you
All that I can say just remember I love you
Maybe all your blues will wash away
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