| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 100% | Through the white hill, I made my way. Chased by the angels, running away. | ▶️ |
| 100% | 18-way away, Full Wonder | ▶️ |
| 100% | Where are you going? I'm going home for a minute. I have to go to the bathroom. Just go behind the trees! I have to go number two. So you can poo in the wilderness? No way, dude! What would I wipe with? Cartman, don't be such a baby! We're supposed to be rugged outdoorsmen! What do I sit on? You just squat, stupid! Not here! Go further away! God, I'm glad you guys know how these pooping outside roofs... | ▶️ |
| 98% | I need a high, high, high, high, high, high way Don't make me run away Listen to me need a high, high, high, high, high way Don't make me run away No, no | ▶️ |
| 100% | So wager, walk on the chosen path. The sign of the gun fights your way. In the darkest orchard chamber, underneath the rocky plains, your pride, they'll never take away. | ▶️ |
| 97% | We're now more down into the library at the USS Randall, and we are now only minutes away from sailing time. And Elvis Presley will shortly be on his way to Germany and return to the United States. Well, who knows? It'll be some time anyway. Elvis, we have just a small group of few moments to talk about things. I know you're pretty tired, Phil. You've had a busy couple days getting here to the Brooklyn port and getting ready to leave. Have a chance? Yes, sir. That's right. | ▶️ |
| 98% | There must be something in this school that makes me feel this way There must be runner, runner, runner, you can go away | ▶️ |
