| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 64% | Oh you can make it, you can make it, you can make it I'm talking about the dead, yeah, don't you waste it Baby, blow it out | ▶️ |
| 66% | OH YOU | ▶️ |
| 69% | unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I don't believe you. Oh, come. Oh, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume, to press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blonde of its own secret heart. | ▶️ |
| 60% | Oh You | ▶️ |
| 63% | oh you | ▶️ |
| 66% | Oh, oh, you know how to feel | ▶️ |
| 63% | Oh you | ▶️ |
| 69% | Oh, you're getting rid of me, right? No. So you want to? No, I don't think nobody does. Hey, not? Yeah. Why? | ▶️ |
| 61% | Oh, you're looking at me | ▶️ |
| 69% | Oh, you fast. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. | ▶️ |
