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The Cellar: We are the voices in your head.
The Cellar: Zombie Jesus lives right next door, so behave.
The Cellar: Sarah Jessica Parker counts with her hoof.
The Cellar: We like you, just not in "that way".
The Cellar: Tell your mom we said "Thanks".
The Cellar: We like to get fucked up and do fucked up shit.
The Cellar: Piling in the back seat, Generating steam heat, Pulsating to the back beat
The Cellar: Save us from fate, save us from hate, save ourselves before it's too late
The Cellar: The last sound you hear is gonna be you dying
The Cellar: Christopher Reeve had a better chance of being a kickboxer than there is of you fitting in here.
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
 
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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