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Arrest this man, he talks in math.

If you don't believe in happiness, you don't believe in happiness, but if you don't believe in happiness, man you must be down.

Tonight's gonna be a good, good night.

Running over the same old ground, what have we found?

No I don't have a gun.

Send in your skeletons, sing as their bones go marching in.

In the night I hear them talk the coldest story ever told.