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He swore that he didn't realize he had a three and a half octave range until after he was hit in the head by a shotput at a track meet.
Wherever you are today, thank you wayward shotput thrower.
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Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cuz ain't nuthin' but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint
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