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Lil Wayne Cannon Instrumental
lil wayne cannon instrumental
Lyrics:
Howdy Do mutha fuckas its weezy baby
niggas bitchin and i gotta take the cannon
listen close i got duct tape and rope
ill leave you missin like tha fuckin ol balance
one hand on ma money, on hand on ma buddy
thas tha AK47 made his neighborhood love me
bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin
dont let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
niggas kno im sick i dont spit i vomit
got it?
one egg short of the omelette
simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
then tell him catch up like mayonaisse
im the sickest nigga doin it
bet that baby
these other niggas kno im wet crack baby, yes
get back get back boy its a set back
clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
them boys pussy, born without a back bone
and if you strapped we can trade like the dow jones
wet him up, i hope he got his towel on
i aim at the moon, and get ma howl on
some niggas cry wolf, im on that dry cush
and when it comes to that paper i stack books
you heard what i said
i can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
life aint cheap
you're better off dead if you cant pay the fee
shoutout ma nigga fee
see every muthafucka at the door dont get a key
you outside lookin in, so tell me wut u see
its about money its bigger than me
i told ma homiess dont kill him bring tha nigga to me, yes
dont miss, you fuckin wit the hitmen
kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again
[[[straight up, i aint got no conversation for ya
nigga talk to the cannon
have a few words wit tha cannon
tell it to ma muthafuckin cannon]]]
from philly to where im landin ima cannon
and im on that philly fiya shit
then i come fully equipped
you try me get and shotti in the whip
if a nigga try to stick me ima blam him
single on them them the butters got the greedy got the got the whole enchilada
Homie kno im inside of your house
tie up your brother
make the prick call up your mother she might kno where to find you
i am on top of ma job
the heavyweight champ of the flow
its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin
i will drown em and sink em heat em and leave em stinkin
sharks surround em and eat em nice roll over ya squad like im a punch card
you chumps you best guard your
i will take control of your soldiers
you wont listen til i toss em in the wok like chicken
a yo
i make it hard for rap niggas im peer pressure
matter fact im motivation to rap better
i show niggas how to act how to dress better
i stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers
im the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool tha muthafuckin
other words im the real for real
we can go check for check or bill for bill
we can go chick for chick or skill for skill
the deal is sealed
niggas aint real as will cuz ima cannon
and i handle well pedal like
and i got the 50 cal mag its a handheld
im tellin you niggas i pop put a shell in you niggas
ma nice watch'll helen keller you niggas
i got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova
blowin gam by the quarter weed nigga
yea yea detroit red gettin change like them white folks
dump it out the window of the range wit the right folk
pain like a bitch the first day of her cycle
you betta scurry when i pull the cannon
straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas
i love head and caressin a vuluptous ass
i ask your baby momma is she up to the task
she like damn red its bigger than a cannon
ma attire makes tha ladies say your man is too fly
imported oils from iran and
get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die
where im from niggas be quick to squeeze the cannon
detroit red always got some shit for ya ear
show me love but keep it movin man cuz if you get near
ill say get off ma dick and tell ya bitch to come here
cuz you sweatin me and ma dj like
legs spread far out, you kno how im standin
yea im posted wit tha big homie cannon
i got niggas who dont like rap lovin our shit
we got niggas who was stuck on pac bumpin our shit
these niggas cant see me like i aint been around lately
a good battle when they at the mound its gravy
niggas healthy im betta
no spinderella, just a cigerella, filled wit tropicana
yea vic found that nigga and we aint smokin no more regular
keep ya midgrain i dont think you kno no betta
they lovin the trunk now they wanna hear mo shit
i play it modest like nigga thas summa our old shit
got niggas i aint neva met wantin to fight me
got hoes thas in love askin why you dont like me
bitch im married to the game and i love ma wifey
steppin ova competition man i love these nikes
im hot, they fannin
niggas tryna copy ma style like the
dont try to compare im in a league of ma own
if i aint listed at tha top nigga tha stats is wrong
all ya data is off, ya info aint valid
artist of the century the competition aint balanced
true like master p and his two brothers
dont call it
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Length: 123
Rating: 4.70 (803 ratings)
Tags: lil wayne cannon instrumental dj drama akon rihanna timbaland t-pain lyrics hip-hop rap rapshite
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Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten Instrumental
Hi, here is the instrumental version of the song.
Feel free to post a video response of you singing.
Here are the lyrics:
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Length: 279
Rating: 4.70 (174 ratings)
Tags: Natasha Bedingfield Unwritten Instrumental
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DMX What These Bitches Want Instrumental
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dmx sisqo-what these bitches want instrumental
Lyrics:
[DMX] Uhh..
[Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo
[DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a Nigga
[Sisqo] Dru Hill,
[DMX] What these women want from a?
[Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off
[DMX] What these f**king bitches want a Nigga
[Sisqo] Break em off, some shit
[DMX]
Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches,
Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (Shit)
Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH)
I f**k with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they shit
then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know I got a wife
and even though that tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga ?(WHAT?)
I gave you, you gave me - , I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)"
Chorus: Sisqo
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want.. (what you want)
What these women want from a ?
Really want..
What these women want from a ?
I've been keepin you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me!
(So what you want?)
[DMX]
There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay)
Dawn, Lashawn, Inez, and Alicia (ooh)
Theresa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn)
Cookie, well I met her at a ice cream parlor (aight?)
Tanya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay)
Malena (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh)
About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!)
Shelley, Bridgette, Cathy, Rasheeda (uh-huh)
Kelley, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!)
Stacy, Tracie, Rhonna, and Rhonda (WHAT?)
Donna, Yalonda (WHAT?) Tawanda, and Wanda (WHAT?)
were all treated fairly but yet and still
bitches is on some other shit now that I'm f**kin wit Dru Hill
But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?)
What the f**k you want from a nigga (c'mon)
What the f**k you want from a nigga (c'mon)
Chorus (w/ minor variations)
[DMX]
Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH)
and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See now I do the math, I see if you got this
and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?)
And that's all they f**kin with, but see these women don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on da door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep
wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep
Sisqo (Dmx)
X lemme talk for a minute
Ooh I know I know it's so hard to be (What the f**k they want from a ), a victim of my reality (what the f**k they want from a ), heard you callin me names said I was trife, one thing you gotta know Ima be a nigga fo life YEEEEEEEEEEAH YEAH Ohh
Ooh YEAH.
Cant you wate with the bling-bling every time you call me about the same thing Bitch want you want sisqo ain't gonna f**k ask me bout them chicken heads girl I got to go Ahyyo! you wanna be with me gotta understand these things
Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)
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Length: 205
Rating: 4.80 (423 ratings)
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Puff Daddy Benjamins Instrumental
diddy puff daddy benjamins instrumental
Lyrics:
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Goodfellas, uhh
[Verse One: Puff Daddy]
Now... what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin to bury
seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery
Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard
on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums
Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts
Five carats on my hands wit the cuts
And swim in European figures
Fuck bein a broke nigga
[Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)]
I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga
Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega
I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh)
Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals
Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah)
Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep
for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right)
We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews)
Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh)
Cause I leave you, I'm only here
for that green paper which the eagle
[Verse Three: Sheek]
I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!)
Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa
And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha
Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh)
Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh)
Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh)
from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh)
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha)
Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon)
Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal
Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!)
Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin
Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin
to my bizzalls, player you mad false
Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul
[Interlude:] Puff Daddy
C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Uh-huh, yeah
[repeat 4X]
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Now, what y'all wanna do?
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Wanna be ballers, shot-callers
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
It's all about the Benjamins baby
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
[Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)]
Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot?
Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh?
BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah)
Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?)
Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right)
And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick
Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist
If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh)
German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated
Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick
All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline
Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh)
I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby!
Only female in my crew, and I kick shit
like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you
[Big:] (Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!)
[Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.]
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me
in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe
Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat
Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at
And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh)
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon)
Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis
Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand
grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Playa haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's
What??
[Outro: Puff Daddy]
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Uh-huh, yeah
[repeat 8X]
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Length: 182
Rating: 4.30 (105 ratings)
Tags: diddy puff daddy benjamins instrumental akon rihanna timbaland lyrics hip-hop rap
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Jordin Sparks - Tattoo (Instrumental)
Instrumental version of American Idol winner Jordin Sparks' second single "Tattoo." Great for karaoke.
- About 50 people ask me a day for this to download. I WILL NOT SEND IT TO YOU.
Oh, oh, oh
No matter what you say about love
I keep coming back for more
Keep my hand in the fire
Sooner or later, I'll get what I'm asking for
No matter what you say about life
I learn every time I bleed
That truth is a stranger
Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free
To admit that I'm wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I have to move on
And leave you behind
[Chorus]
I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you
I'll always have you, I'll always have you)
I'm sick of playing all of these games
It's not about taking sides
When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver
It hurt enough to think that I could
Stop, admit that I'm wrong
And then change my mind
Sorry but I gotta be strong
And leave you behind
[Chorus]
I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you
I'll always have you)
[Bridge]
If I live every moment
Won't change any moment
Still a part of me and you
I will never regret you
Still the memory of you
Marks everything i do
[Chorus x2]
I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
I can't waste time so give it a moment
I realize, nothing's broken
No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
Don't look back at a new direction
I loved you once, needed protection
You're still a part of everything I do
You're on my heart just like a tattoo
Just like a tattoo
I'll always have you
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Length: 234
Rating: 4.80 (824 ratings)
Tags: jordan jordon tatoo tatto blake lewis chris richardson sanjaya kanye feist matchbox crank clarkson season tour
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World Relaxation Yoga Instrumental Music - Album Sampler
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Embrace The Moment - a beautifully crafted instrumental world music album that will inspire you. Its subtle journey will transport you deep into your chillout or yoga space.
80 Minutes of Atmospheric keys, crystal clear guitars, dancing piano, and soaring flutes make this album a thematic masterpiece.
Astronomy Records - exploring inner space with music.
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Length: 428
Rating: 4.70 (200 ratings)
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Bobby Valentino Tell Me Instrumental
Bobby Valentino Lil Wayne Tell Me Instrumental
Lyrics:
[Lil Wayne]
Hey slide over here and talk to the boy
What are you drinking? I'ma buy the bar
I was just thinking of seeing you tomorrow
Waking up with no panties, no bra
I ain't being nasty, I'm just being for real
Let me take off my belt and give you the whip appeal
Yeah you hear about what I do in the streets
But you gon' love what I do in the sheets
Ha!
[Bobby Valentino]
Say baby what's your story?
You got the goods it's plain to see
The kind that'll keep a brotha on his knees
And I'm so curious
After the club, hang out with me
Valentino is sure to please
For now, let's have a Apple Martini
And get to know each other
[Chorus]
Ooh ma tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you popping in, it's killing me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you dropping in, it's killing me
I'll meet you in the VIP
[Bobby Valentino]
Ooh you sizzling, let me lay you on the floor
I'm a bad boy, just thought i'd let you know
These are the thoughts running through my mind
Cause I'm so curious yeah
Couple more shots then we out the door
Speed off in the coupe cause there's more in store
Can't wait till I pull in my driveway girl
Can tell by now I want you yeah
[Break]
You's a sexy thing
Ooh what's your name
Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club
Your girls, they don't compare to
You, can't help but stare at you
Let's make a toast to the good life
[Chorus (Lil Wayne)]
Ooh lord tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you popping in, it's killing me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans? (I got you pimp)
The way you dropping in, it's killing me (It's ya baby, baby, ha!)
I'll meet you in the VIP
[Lil Wayne]
Fly for a baby, eyes all hazy
Izod maybe off the apest bathing
Ride with a gangsta, we high whether weather be
Precious like ya face so heavenly
I'm thanking God like I better be
You know I'm very street
And if we get caught, you can be my accessory
Access to the condo in Miami
Have breakfast on the floor, butt naked we tanning
But, I'm too dark to tan
Mama, pardon ya man
Let me spark while I can, you know
Now you got my eyes following the places you go
I'm caught up in ya vibe tryna kick it like judo
Luda outta town I got the keys to the two door
And we ain't gotta tell no one about the things you know
You know, holla at a G though
I'm probably out wilding with Bobby Valentino
[Break]
You's a sexy thing
Ooh what's your name
Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club
Your girls, they don't compare to
You, can't help but stare at you
Let's make a toast to the good life
[Chorus]
Ooh ma tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you popping in, it's killing me
Look over here, come follow me
Tell me
How did you get that in those jeans?
The way you dropping in, it's killing me
I'll meet you in the VIP
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Length: 263
Rating: 4.90 (157 ratings)
Tags: lil wayne bobby valentino instrumental tell me akon rihanna timbaland lyrics hip-hop rap
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Avril Lavigne - Complicated Karaoke/Instrumental
Complicated Karaoke/Instrumental
Uh huh, life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh, that's the way it is
Cause life's like this
Uh huh, uh huh that's the way it is
Chill out whatcha yelling' for?
Lay back it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
you will see
I like you the way you are
When we're drivin' in your car
and you're talking to me one on one but you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
And you fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
and promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
You come over unannounced
dressed up like you're someone else
where you are and where it's sad you see
you're making me
laugh out when you strike your pose
take off all your preppy clothes
you know you're not fooling anyone
when you've become
Somebody else round everyone else
Watching your back, like you can't relax
Trying to be cool you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what and you get and you turn it into
honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
Chill out whatcha yelling for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see
Somebody else round everyone else
You're watching your back, like you can't relax
You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me
Tell me
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
and You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what and you get and you turn it into
honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
no no no
Why you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like your somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you
You fall and you crawl and you break
and you take what you get and you turn it into honesty
promise me I'm never gonna find you flaking
no no no
Length: 252
Rating: 4.90 (678 ratings)
Tags: Avril Lavigne - Complicated Karaoke/Instrumental
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