| Probability | Text |
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| 67% | centered inbeam cave, And I wait for the end times For the end of the day hear the music computer Zimbabwe please MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM | ▶️ |
| 68% | Don't let me hear you say it! | ▶️ |
| 73% | hear | ▶️ |
| 76% | Then we hear a glass of chrome black Experts | ▶️ |
| 75% | I can't hear you! | ▶️ |
| 71% | I can't hear ya, is Brooklyn ready to have a party out there? | ▶️ |
| 72% | And when I hear you, calling I'm in heaven, we'll be there to- | ▶️ |
| 68% | Let us hear you speak up! | ▶️ |
| 72% | You hear my gotta laugh, what's wrong with you, you're the risking laugh | ▶️ |
| 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. | ▶️ |
