| Not the machete! cried the young marine |
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| And now begins a snooty tit-for-tat |
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| You can see from this the sort of man I am |
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| Mine is a dangerous errand, do you hear? |
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| I once was lifted on a bitter moon |
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| I knew you'd like the Enemy! He's the person |
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| Come on my curly party. I'll be frank! |
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| Sperm of the Earth! Better unmentioned be! |
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| Enter the Enemy |
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| The Man I am to blow the bloody gaff |
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