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Go and hide, I'll get the shovel, Where's your pride, Why the scuffle? The police are coming, I said conceal yourself, Stop your bumbling, You need my help. Police will find us, If you don't vanish, You have my trust, Forget the anguish. Behind the trees, Don't make a noise, Don't even sneeze, Where's your boys? GOD DAMM IT. THEY FOUND ME. Guess I'll count to 20. You guys go hide. Seekers are cops Hiders are robbers. Welcome to a cross between cop seekers and robber hiders.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
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Go and hide, I'll get the shovel, Where's your pride, Why the scuffle? The police are coming, I said conceal yourself, Stop your bumbling, You need my help. Police will find us, If you don't vanish, You have my trust, Forget the anguish. Behind the trees, Don't make a noise, Don't even sneeze, Where's your boys? GOD DAMM IT. THEY FOUND ME. Guess I'll count to 20. You guys go hide. Seekers are cops Hiders are robbers. Welcome to a cross between cop seekers and robber hiders.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
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