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[Copypasta]LEGO Yoda CBT lyrics
[Verse 1]
Crush my cock with a rock I must.
Maximum pain I must endure.
Ok, here we go.
[Chorus]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
[Verse 1]
Crush my cock with a rock I must.
Maximum pain I must endure.
Ok, here we go.
[Chorus]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Here's the thing. You said a "jackdaw is a crow."
Is it in the same family? Yes. No one's arguing that.
As someone who is a scientist who studies crows, I am telling you, specifically, in science, no one calls jackdaws crows. If you want to be "specific" like you said, then you shouldn't either. They're not the same thing.
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