| Probability | Text |
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| 42% | Holding for the day, you know that isn't right. With the training of the service, they only pick you up on. A shaker hangs, and then he hops and pieces burn. But for now, you stay in all this hell that's in burn. Every now and then, she's just a stupor-haired, false-sealed, false-sealed, dead-night-goer, dead-night-goer, free-goer, true-goer, hardly no way. But say it, but say it, if she's a queen, but her baby's clean, but her holy ghost has said, you're so mean, you're so coy, you're so angry, you're so vague, contributing us, probably be friends. Isn't this sad, is this how we all end? Bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy, bouncy, she's just a bad, bad, bouncy. | ▶️ |
