Brad:
Hey Janet.
Janet:
Yes Brad?
Brad:
I've got something
Scott:
>From the day he was born
He was trouble.
A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds
Will get sand in his face
When
Frank:
On the day I went away...
All:
Goodbye...
Frank:
Janet:
In the velvet darkness,
Of the blackest night,
Burning
Columbia: It was great when it all begain
I was a
Frank:
How d'you do, I
See you've met my
Faithful
It's astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness...takes its toll
But Listen Closely
Not
Frank:
My, my, my ... my, my, my, my, my
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