How could they do this to us? This boy. This boy.
How could they make such a fuss over this boy? This boy.
(Cacophonous screaming)
Not much to compare him to. This boy. This boy.
He's there, and I don't know what to do with this boy. This boy.
(Cacophonous screaming)
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