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I had a dream about                (what's that? sorry? let me grab the phone.) once I imagined         (I need you to listen to what I'm telling you, Kyran.)                                                      the sun is shine, shone, shaning.. what a            (can you work 11 to 7?)                 racism, sexism, for God sakes, humanism is what we suffer from    a great big prejudice against ourselves.   Now shut your ******* mouth and keep your hands busy, feel sorry for wanting           and just buy what you want.                     if I have to ask you again                           prepare to feel terrible.
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
IMAGINE, BY JOHN LENNON.
I had a dream about                (what's that? sorry? let me grab the phone.) once I imagined         (I need you to listen to what I'm telling you, Kyran.)                                                      the sun is shine, shone, shaning.. what a            (can you work 11 to 7?)                 racism, sexism, for God sakes, humanism is what we suffer from    a great big prejudice against ourselves.   Now shut your ******* mouth and keep your hands busy, feel sorry for wanting           and just buy what you want.                     if I have to ask you again                           prepare to feel terrible.
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
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