The Paper Chase all manner of pox or canker

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The ghosts will toast champagne
And organize like veins
Conspire and then commiserate
And then it's into the oven, into the oven
The baby hair you saved
Will circle around their drain
They got a big sick surprise for you…
Yeah, it's in the oven, it's in the oven
Into the oven you go

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