Pinwheel of Death

Genres > Showtune

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1984

Lyrics GEE,
IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS,
GEE,
YOU'VE REALLY LIFTED MY MORALE.
KEPT IT ALL TOGETHER
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS,
WHAT'S YOUR SECRET,
OLD PAL?
I CAN SEE
THAT FORTUNE HAS BEEN KIND TO YOU,
GUESS YOU'VE HAD NO OBSTACLES
TO CLIMB.
GEE,
YOU LOOK TERRIFIC
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS,
COMPLETELY UNCHANGED BY TIME.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Alt. Title Ain't Misbehaving

Writers Harry Brooks, Andy Razaf, Fats Waller

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1949

Lyrics verse: male:
THO IT'S A FICKLE AGE
WITH FLIRTING
ALL THE RAGE,
HERE IS ONE BIRD
WITH SELF-CONTROL
HAPPY INSIDE MY CAGE.
I KNOW I LOVE BEST,
THUMBS DOWN
FOR ALL THE REST,
MY LOVE WAS GIVEN,
HEART AND SOUL
SO IT CAN
STAND THE TEST.

female:
YOUR TYPE OF MAN
IS RARE,
I KNOW YOU
REALLY CARE,
THAT'S WHY
MY CONSCIENCE
NEVER SLEEPS
WHEN YOU'RE AWAY
SOMEWHERE.
SURE WAS A LUCKY DAY,
WHEN FATE SENT YOU
MY WAY,
AND MADE YOU
MINE ALONE
FOR KEEPS,
DITTO TO ALL
YOU SAY.

Chorus:
NO ONE TO TALK WITH,
ALL BY MYSELF,
NO ONE TO WALK WITH,
BUT I'M HAPPY
ON THE SHELF,
AIN'T MISBEHAVIN',
I'M SAVIN'
MY LOVE FOR YOU.
I KNOW FOR CERTAIN
THE ONE I LOVE,
I'M THRU WITH FLIRTIN',
IT'S JUST YOU
I'M THINKIN' OF,
AIN'T MISBEHAVIN',
I'M SAVIN'
MY LOVE FOR YOU.

LIKE JACK HORNER
IN THE CORNER,
DON'T GO NOWHERE,
WHAT DO I CARE,
YOUR KISSES
ARE WORTH WAITIN' FOR,
BELIEVE ME.

I DON'T STAY OUT LATE,
DON'T CARE TO GO,
I'M HOME ABOUT EIGHT,
JUST ME AND MY RADIO,
AIN'T MISBEHAVIN,
I'M SAVIN'
MY LOVE FOR YOU.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1965

Lyrics ALL I NEED IS ONE GOOD BREAK,
JUST ONE GOOD BREAK,
THEN MISTER,
WATCH MY SPEED.
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED.
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED,
TO MAKE THEM ALL STAND UP
AND CHEER.
I COULD SET THIS TOWN
RIGHT ON ITS EAR.
GIMME, GIMME A CHANCE,
I DON'T WANT ANY HANDOUT
GIMME, GIMME A BOOST,
'CAUSE I GOT IT
ALL PLANNED OUT.
GIMME, GIMME A LIFT,
AND I'LL BET
THEY'LL STAND
OUTSIDE MY DOOR,
ALL BEGGING FOR A CHANCE
TO GET AN EXCLUSIVE.
ALL I NEED IS ONE GOOD BREAK,
JUST ONE
TO MAKE A SPLASH
THEY WON'T FORGET
HEY! NEW YORK!
I'M GONNA GET YOU YET!
GIMME,
GIMME A CHANCE,
AND I'M OFF
TO THE BIG TIME
GIMME,
GIMME A BOOST,
AND I'LL MAKE IT
IN JIG TIME.
GIMME,
GIMME A LIFT,
AND I'LL WAGER A FIG
TIME MAGAZINE
WILL ASK FOR ME
TO BE THE FACE
ON THE COVER.
ALL I NEED IS ONE GOOD BREAK,
JUST ONE GOOD BREAK,
THEN MISTER,
WATCH MY SPEED
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED.
GIMME,
GIMME A CHANCE,
AND I KNOW
I CAN DO IT
GIMME,
GIMME A BOOST,
AND I'M GONNA
SEE TO IT.
GIMME,
GIMME A LIFT,
AND I'LL BUY ME
SOME NEW ITALIAN CLOTHES,
AND STRIKE A FANCY POSE
AND ELEVATE MY NOSE
AND MOM AND DAD
WOULDN'T KNOW ME.
ALL I NEED IS ONE GOOD BREAK,
JUST ONE GOOD BREAK,
THEN MISTER,
WATCH MY SPEED,
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED.
ONE SUBSTANTIAL BREAK
IS ALL I NEED.
Alt. Title (Walking) Among My Yesterdays

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Ballad

Recorded 2004

Lyrics WAS IT REALLY ALL THAT SWEET
IN THAT HOUSE
AND ALONG THAT STREET?
MEM'RY CLOUDS
IN A THOUSAND WAYS,
WALKING AMONG MY YESTERDAYS.
DID IT REALLY HAPPEN?
WAS IT REAL?
EYES CAN SEE
WHAT THE HEART CAN FEEL.
VISIONS VANISH
BENEATH THE GAZE,
WALKING AMONG MY YESTERDAYS.

HOLD! HOLD! HOLD!
WAIT FOR ME!
LIGHT THE PICTURE,
LET ME SEE.

SOUVENIRS
OF THE PAST REMAIN.
BITS OF PLEASURE
AND SCRAPS OF PAIN.
LOVE MAY PASS,
BUT THE PERFUME STAYS,
WALKING AMONG MY YESTERDAYS.

HOLD! HOLD! HOLD!
WAIT FOR ME!
LIGHT THE PICTURE,
LET ME SEE.

NOW AND THEN
THE IMAGE CLEARS
TRUTH IS PLAIN
THEN IT DISAPPEARS:
ONE MORE TRICK
THAT THE CAMERA PLAYS
WALKING AMONG MY YESTERDAYS.

HOLD! HOLD! HOLD!
YESTERDAYS.
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1970

Lyrics ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND CAME UP THROUGH THE GROUND
WHILE ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE BUS
AND ARE LOOKING AROUND
AT ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
WHO GOT OFF OF THE PLANE
AND ARE LOOKING AT US
WHO GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND THE PLANE AND THE BUS
MAYBE YESTERDAY.

IT'S A CITY OF STRANGERS,
SOME COME TO WORK,
SOME TO PLAY.
A CITY OF STRANGERS,
SOME COME TO STARE,
SOME TO STAY,
AND EV'RY DAY
THE ONES WHO STAY

CAN FIND EACH OTHER
IN THE CROWDED STREETS
AND THE GUARDED PARKS,
BY THE RUSTY FOUNTAINS
AND THE DUSTY TREES
WITH THE BATTERED BARKS,
AND THEY WALK TOGETHER
PAST THE POSTERED WALLS
WITH THE CRUDE REMARKS.

AND THEY MEET AT PARTIES
THROUGH THE FRIENDS
OF FRIENDS
WHO THEY HARDLY KNOW.
WILL YOU PICK ME UP
OR DO I MEET YOU THERE
OR SHALL WE LET IT GO?
DID YOU GET MY MESSAGE
'CAUSE I LOOKED IN VAIN?
CAN WE SEE EACH OTHER
TUESDAY,
IF IT DOESN'T RAIN?
LOOK, I'LL CALL YOU
IN THE MORNING
OR MY SERVICE
WILL EXPLAIN.

AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN.

ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND CAME UP
THROUGH THE GROUND
WHILE ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE BUS
AND ARE LOOKING AROUND
AT ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
WHO GOT OFF OF THE PLANE
AND ARE LOOKING AT US
WHO GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND THE PLANE AND THE BUS
MAYBE YESTERDAY.

IT'S A CITY OF STRANGERS,
SOME COME TO WORK,
SOME TO PLAY.
A CITY OF STRANGERS,
SOME COME TO STARE,
SOME TO STAY,
AND EV'RY DAY
SOME GO AWAY.

OR THEY FIND EACH OTHER
IN THE CROWDED STREETS
AND THE GUARDED PARKS,
BY THE RUSTY FOUNTAINS
AND THE DUSTY TREES
WITH THE BATTERED BARKS,
AND THEY WALK TOGETHER
PAST THE POSTERED WALLS
WITH THE CRUDE REMARKS.

AND THEY MEET AT PARTIES
THROUGH THE FRIENDS
OF FRIENDS
WHO THEY HARDLY KNOW.
WILL YOU PICK ME UP
OR DO I MEET YOU THERE
OR SHALL WE LET IT GO?
DID YOU GET MY MESSAGE
'CAUSE I LOOKED IN VAIN?
CAN WE SEE EACH OTHER
TUESDAY,
IF IT DOESN'T RAIN?
LOOK, I'LL CALL YOU
IN THE MORNING
OR MY SERVICE WILL EXPLAIN.

AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN.

AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN!
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Family

Recorded 1984

Lyrics I HATE UNCLE FAUSTO.
GOD, ME TOO.
I HATE GROWING OLDER.
BOY, AM I WITH YOU.
SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE
A PROFESSOR TO SEE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
I HATE DOING DISHES.
ALL THAT GREASE.
I HATE MRS. CARLUCCI.
MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.
THERE'S MORE
THAN A FEW THINGS
ON WHICH WE AGREE.
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

FOR NINE MONTHS,
I CARRIED YOU
UNDER MY HEART.
FOR NINE MONTHS,
SELDOM
IF EVER APART.

NO WONDER!

I CAN BE ANNOYING,
SCREAM AND FIGHT.
SOMETIME'S
I'M NO LADY.
YEAH,
YOU GOT THAT RIGHT!
SO THE SAYING IS TRUE,
LOOK-A YOU,
LOOK-A ME.
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

ME, I LIKE TO STROKE
SOME BIG GUY'S CHEST.
SPECIALLY ITALIANS.
HONEY, THEY'RE THE BEST!
YOU DON'T NEED A SHEEPSKIN FROM HARVARD
TO SEE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
ME, I LIKE A GUY
WHO'LL SCRATCH MY BACK.
TRY A LITTLE LOWER.
lower voice:
SCRATCH MY BACK!
IT'S SWEET
WHEN A MOTHER A
ND DAUGHTER AGREE
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!

FOR NINE MONTHS,
AT LEAST I WAS NEVER IGNORED.
FOR NINE MONTHS,
I GAVE YOU FREE ROOM AND BOARD.

YOU'RE TOPS, MA!

I KNOW I SHOULDN'T SAY THIS.
BE MY GUEST.
WE'RE NOT SO VERY DIFFERENT.
NOW I'M REAL DEPRESSED!
WELL, YOU OPEN A TEA BAG,
THERE'S GONNA BE TEA.
YOU OPEN A PEA-POD
AND GUESS WHAT,
A PEA!
THE APPLE DOESN'T FALL
VERY FAR FROM THE TREE!
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick

Genres Showtune, Standard, Pop, Children-Novelty

Recorded 1960

Lyrics verse 1:
ALONE IN THE WORLD
WAS POOR LITTLE ANN,
AS SWEET A YOUNG CHILD
AS YOU'D FIND.
HER PARENTS HAD GONE
TO THEIR FINAL REWARD
LEAVING
THEIR DARLING BEHIND.
THIS POOR LITTLE CHILD
WAS BUT NINE YEARS
OF AGE
WHEN MOTHER
AND DAD WENT AWAY,
BUT BRAVELY
SHE WORKED
AT THE ONE THING
SHE KNEW
TO EARN
HER FEW PENNIES
EACH DAY.

Chorus:
SHE MADE
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
FLOWERS
FOR LADIES OF FASHION
TO WEAR.
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
FASHIONED
FROM ANNIE'S DESPAIR.

verse 2:
WITH PAPER
AND SHEARS,
WITH WIRE
AND WAX,
SHE FASHIONED
EACH TULIP
AND MUM.
AS SNOW
DRIFTED IN
TO HER TENEMENT
ROOM,
HER DEAR LITTLE FINGERS
GREW NUMB.
WITH PAPER
AND SHEARS,
WITH WIRE
AND WAX,
SHE LABORED
AND NEVER COMPLAINED,
'TIL CUTTING
AND FOLDING
HER HEALTH
SLIPPED AWAY
AND WIRING
AND WAXING
SHE WANED.

Chorus:
MAKING
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
FLOWERS
FOR LADIES OF FASHION
TO WEAR.
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
FASHIONED
FROM ANNIE'S DESPAIR.

verse 3:
THEY FOUND
POOR LITTLE ANN,
ALL COVERED
WITH ICE
STILL CLUTCHING
HER POOR FROZEN SHEARS,
AMIDST ALL THE BLOSSOMS
SHE FASHIONED BY HAND
AND WATERED
WITH ALL
HER YOUNG TEARS.
THERE MUST BE
A HEAVEN
WHERE ANNIE
CAN PLAY
IN HEAVENLY GARDENS
AND BOWERS.
INSTEAD OF A HALO
SHE'LL WEAR
'ROUND HER HEAD,
A GARLAND
OF GENUINE FLOWERS.

Chorus:
NO MORE
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
FLOWERS
FOR LADIES OF FASHION
TO WEAR.
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS,
FASHIONED
FROM ANNIE'S DESPAIR.
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1987

Lyrics HATS OFF,
HERE THEY COME,
THOSE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS.
THAT'S WHAT
YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.
NATURE NEVER FASHIONED
A FLOWER SO FAIR.
NO ROSE CAN COMPARE,
NOTHING RESPECTABLE
HALF SO DELECTABLE.
CHEER THEM
IN THEIR GLORY,
DIAMONDS AND PEARLS,
DAZZLING JEWELS
BY THE SCORE.
THIS IS WHAT BEAUTY
CAN BE,
BEAUTY CELESTIAL,
THE BEST,
YOU'LL AGREE:
ALL FOR YOU,
THOSE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!

CAREFUL,
HERE'S THE HOME OF
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS,
WHERE YOUR
REASON IS UNDONE.
BEAUTY CAN'T BE HINDERED
FROM TAKING ITS TOLL.
YOU MAY LOSE CONTROL.
FACED WITH THESE LORELEIS,
WHAT MAN CAN MORALIZE?
CAUTION,
ON YOUR GUARD WITH
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS,
FLAWLESS CHARMERS
EV'RY ONE.
THIS IS HOW
SAMSON WAS SHORN:
EACH IN HER STYLE
A DELILAH REBORN.
EACH A GEM,
A BEAUTIFUL DIADEM
OF BEAUTIFUL -
WELCOME THEM -
THESE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!
Writers Richard Maltby Jr., David Shire

Genres Showtune, Ballad

Recorded 2007

Lyrics BEFORE THE DAWN,
YOU FEEL
A SUDDEN STILLNESS.
BEFORE THE DAWN,
LIFE SEEMS
TO HOLD ITS BREATH.
THERE'S NO WIND
AT ALL,
NO NIGHTBIRDS
CALL,
A SILENT STALL
BEFORE YOUR LIFE
FLIES ON.
A MAN FEELS SMALL
BEFORE THE DAWN.
BEFORE THE DAWN,
MY LIFE STANDS POISED
AND WAITING.
WHAT LIES AHEAD?
IT COULD BE LIFE
OR DEATH,
IT'S NOT MINE
TO CHOOSE,
I WIN,
I LOSE.
BUT I CAN'T STOP
THIS FORCE
THAT DRIVES ME ON.
I'M FILLED WITH LIGHT
BEFORE THE DAWN.

BEFORE THE DAWN,
THE ROAD
SEEMS DARK
AND HOPELESS.
BEFORE THE DAWN,
YOU'RE SURE
YOU'VE LOST
YOUR WAY.
DOWN
THE PITCH-BLACK STREETS,
ONE THOUGHT REPEATS:
IS THIS THE DARK
THAT MEANS
ALL HOPE IS GONE,
OR JUST THE DARK
BEFORE THE DAWN?

BEFORE THE DAWN,
YOU'RE ALWAYS
FLYING BLIND.
THROUGH
THE ICE-COLD DREAD,
I PLUNGE AHEAD.
WITH NOTHING
BUT ONE STRENGTH
TO DRAW UPON,
THIS IS THE DARK
BEFORE THE DAWN.

BEFORE THE DAWN,
THE SKY
IS ALWAYS DARKEST.
BEFORE THE DAWN,
I KNOW
I MUST HOLD ON.
THERE'S NO
MYSTIC SPARK
THAT CLEARS THE DARK.
THERE'S JUST
ONE THOUGHT
THAT KEEPS ME
FIGHTING ON:
THIS IS THE DARK
BEFORE THE DAWN,
BEFORE THE DAWN.
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1985

Lyrics SOMEONE
TO HOLD YOU TOO CLOSE,
SOMEONE
TO HURT YOU TOO DEEP,
SOMEONE
TO SIT IN YOUR CHAIR,
TO RUIN YOUR SLEEP,
TO MAKE YOU AWARE
OF BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.
SOMEONE
TO NEED YOU TOO MUCH,
SOMEONE
TO KNOW YOU TOO WELL,
SOMEONE
TO PULL YOU UP SHORT,
TO PUT YOU THROUGH HELL,
AND GIVE YOU SUPPORT
IS BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.
SOMEONE
YOU HAVE TO LET IN,
SOMEONE WHOSE FEELINGS YOU SPARE,
SOMEONE WHO,
LIKE IT OR NOT,
WILL WANT YOU TO SHARE,
A LITTLE A LOT,
IS BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.
SOMEONE
TO CROWD YOU WITH LOVE,
SOMEONE
TO FORCE YOU TO CARE,
SOMEONE
TO MAKE YOU COME THROUGH,
WHO'LL ALWAYS BE THERE,
AS FRIGHTENED AS YOU
OF BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.

SOMEBODY
HOLD ME TOO CLOSE,
SOMEBODY
HURT ME TOO DEEP,
SOMEBODY
SIT IN MY CHAIR
AND RUIN MY SLEEP
AND MAKE ME AWARE
OF BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.
SOMEBODY
NEED ME TOO MUCH,
SOMEBODY
KNOW ME TOO WELL
SOMEBODY
PULL ME UP SHORT
AND PUT ME THROUGH HELL
AND GIVE ME SUPPORT
FOR BEING ALIVE,

MAKE ME ALIVE,
MAKE ME ALIVE.
MAKE ME CONFUSED,
MOCK ME WITH PRAISE,
LET ME BE USED,
VARY MY DAYS.
BUT ALONE IS ALONE,
NOT ALIVE.

SOMEBODY
CROWD ME WITH LOVE,
SOMEBODY
FORCE ME TO CARE.
SOMEBODY
LET ME COME THROUGH,
AS FRIGHTENED AS YOU,
TO HELP US SURVIVE
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE!
Alt. Title The Big Bow Wow

Writers Larry Grossman, Hal Hackady

Genres Showtune, Children-Novelty

Recorded 1976

Lyrics I'M GONNA BE
THE BIG BOW-WOW,
WAIT'LL THEY SEE
THE OLD DOG NOW,
STEALING THE SHOW,
MY MOM
WOULDN'T KNOW HER PUP!
I'M GONNA BE
A V.I.P.,
HEY, LOOK AT ME,
A V.I.P.,
THOROUGHBRED SORT,
A VERY IMPORTANT PUP!

THREE, NO!
TWO, NO!
I'M NUMERO UNO!
ARE THEY READY
FOR YOU KNOW WHO?
I'M GONNA BE
THE BIG BOW-WOW,
YOU'RE GONNA SEE 'EM
ALL COW TOW,
NAME ON MY DOOR,
RUG ON MY FLOOR,
AND NOW NO LONGER
HEY STEP ASIDE RUNT,
FLASHIN' THE PROFILE
FROM SIDEFRONT,
NOW I'M THE BIG BOW-WOW!

CLASS, YES!
STYLE, YES!
OUT FRONT BY A MILE,
YES!
LOOK ME UP
IN THE NEW 'WHO'S WHO'!
GONNA BE HEARING
FROM SNOOPY,
PARDON, MY BEAGLE,
BUT WHOOPIE,
NOW I'M THE BIG BOW-WOW.

BIGGER THAN RIN-TIN-TIN
AND LASSIE,
BIGGER THAN BENJI,
TWICE AS CLASSY.
LET 'EM EAT STEAK,
IT'S TIME
THAT I TAKE MY BOW
SANDY
CAN THROW IN THE TOWEL,
SNOOPY
IT'S YOUR NIGHT TO HOWL,
NOW I'M THE BIG BOW-WOW!
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1984

Lyrics I'VE BEEN TO THE MOON
AND BACK,
AND YOU KNOW
WHAT THEY'VE GOT
UP THERE?
BLUE CRYSTAL.
I MET A MAN
ON THE MOON
WHO SITS AROUND
ALL DAY
AND HE SHAPES
BLUE CRYSTAL.

HE'S GOT A FURNACE
AND A BLOWER
AND A MALLET
AND A CHISEL
AND HE SHAPES
BLUE CRYSTAL.

SO I SAID,
"I WANT A PRESENT
FOR A VERY SPECIAL LADY
THAT YOU CAN'T BUY
IN A STORE."
AND HE SOLD ME
EIGHT GOBLETS
AND THERE ARE NOT
ANYMORE
IN THE WHOLE
WIDE WORLD.

YES I'VE BEEN
TO THE MOON
AND I BROUGHT
YOU BACK
BLUE CRYSTAL.
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