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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:08:20 GMT
GREEN DAY LYRICS
"American Idiot"
Don't wanna be an American idiot. Don't want a nation under the new mania. And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind fuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America. I'm not a part of a redneck agenda. Now everybody do the propaganda. And sing along in the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue.
Don't wanna be an American idiot. One nation controlled by the media. Information age of hysteria. It's calling out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alienation. Everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow. For that's enough to argue.
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:08:40 GMT
GREEN DAY LYRICS
"Jesus Of Suburbia"
[Part 1]
I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room or my private womb While the moms and brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me
[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
At the center of the Earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 were I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyone's heart Doesn't beat the same It's beating out of time
City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti In the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall And so it seemed to confess It didn't say much But it only confirmed that The center of the earth Is the end of the world And I could really care less
City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to careeeeee
[Part 3: I don't care]
I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care [x4]
I don't careeeeeeeeee
Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheim to the middle east We are the stories and disciples Of the Jesus of suburbia Land of make believe And it don't believe in me Land of make believe And I don't believe And I don't care! I don't care! [x4]
[Part 4: Dearly beloved]
Dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
To live and not to breathe Is to die In tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist
So I run I run away To the light of masochist And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies And I walked this line A million and one fucking times But not this time
I don't feel any shame I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken home
You're leaving... You're leaving... You're leaving... Ah you're leaving home...
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:09:04 GMT
GREEN DAY LYRICS
"Holiday"
Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!) The shame The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!) And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!) To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!) There's a flag wrapped around the score of men (Hey!) A gag, A plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday
"The representative from California has the floor"
Zieg Heil to the president gasman Bombs away is your punishment Pulverize the Eiffel towers Who criticize your government Bang bang goes the broken glass and Kill all the fags that don't agree Trials by fire, setting fire Is not a way that's meant for me Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:09:39 GMT
GREEN DAY LYRICS
"Homecoming"
[Part 1: The death of St. Jimmy]
My heart is beating from me I am standing all alone Please call me only if you are coming home Waste another year flies by Waste a night or two You taught me how to live In the streets of shame Where you've lost your dreams in the rain There's no signs of hope The stems and seeds of the last of the dope There's a glow of light The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night Bearing gifts and trust The fixture in the city of lust What the hell's your name? What's your pleasure and whats your pain? Do you dream to much? Do you think what you need is a crutch? In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame He says “we're fucked up”<br>But we're not the same And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay In the state of mind it's my own private suicide
[Part 2: East 12th St.]
Well nobody cares Well nobody cares Does anyone care if nobody cares? [x2]
Jesus filling out paperwork now At the facility on east 12th st. He's not listened to a word now He's in his own world And he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now, Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly, His life's on the line with anxiety now, And she had enough, And he had plenty
Somebody get me out of here Anybody get me out of here Somebody get me out of here Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away I don't want to stay Get me out of here right now I just wanna be free Is there a possibility? Get me out of here right now This life like dream ain't for me
[Part 3: Nobody likes you!]
I fell asleep while watching spike TV After 10 cups of coffee And you're still not here Dreaming of a song But something went wrong But I can't tell anyone 'Cause no one's here Left me here alone And I should have stayed home After 10 cups of coffee I'm thinking (where'd you go?) Nobody likes you, everyone left you (where'd you go?) They're all out without you havin' fun (where'd you go?) Everyone left you, nobody likes you (where'd you go?) They're all out without you havin' fun (where'd you go..go..go..go..)
Geeze...Ha..
[Part 4: Rock and roll girlfriend] [written and sung by Tre Cool]
I got a rock and roll band I got a rock and roll life I got a rock and roll girlfriend And another ex-wife I got a rock and roll house I got a rock and roll car I play the shit out the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York I got a kid in the bay I haven't drank or smoked nothin' In over 22 days So get off my case Off of my case Off of my case!
[Part 5: We're coming home again]
Here they come marching down the street Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat Coming back from the edge of town Underneath their feet The time has come and it going nowhere Nobody ever said that life was fair now Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear In the summer heat The world is spinning Around and around Out of control again From the 7-11 to the fear of breaking down To send my love a letterbomb And visit me in hell We're the ones going
Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again
I started fuckin' running As soon as my feet touched the ground We're back in the Barrio But to you and me, that's jingle town
Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again
Nobody likes you Everyone left you They're all out without you havin' fun
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:10:35 GMT
GREEN DAY LYRICS
"Letterbomb"
Nobody likes you... Everyone left you... They're all out without you... Having fun...
Where have all the bastards gone? The underbelly stacks up ten high The dummy failed the crash test Collecting unemployment checks Like a flunkie along for a ride
Where have all the riots gone As your city's model gets pulverized? What's in love is now in debt On your birth certificate So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!
The town bishop is an extortionist And he don't even know that you exist Standing still when it's do or die You better run for your fucking life
It's not over 'till you're underground It's not over before it's too late It's cities burnin' It's not my burden It's not over before it's too late
There's nothing left to analyze
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself? And where will we all go when it's too late?
And don't look back
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia The St. Jimmy is a figment of Your father's rage and your mother's love Made me the idiot America
It's not over 'till you're underground It's not over before it's too late It's cities burnin' It's not my burden It's not over before it's too late
She said I can't take this place I'm leaving it behind
Well she said I can't take this town I'm leaving you tonight
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:11:51 GMT
LINKIN PARK LYRICS
"Plc.4 Mie Haed" (feat. Amp Live, Zion of Zion I)
I want to be in another place I hate when you say you don’t understand I want to be in the energy Not with the enemy A place for my head
I watch how the moon sits in the sky on a dark night Shining with the light from the sun But the sun doesn’t give the light to the moon assuming the moon’s going to owe it one It makes me think of how you act to me You do favors then rapidly You just turn around and start asking me about things that you want back from me
I’m sick of the tension Sick of the hunger Sick of you acting like I owe you this Find another place to feed your greed While I find a place to rest I’m so sick of the tension Sick of the hunger Sick of you acting like I owe you this Find another place to feed your greed While I find a place to rest
I want to be in another place I hate when you say you don’t understand You’ll see it’s not meant to be I want to be in the energy Not with the enemy A place for my head
I want to be in another place I hate when you say you don’t understand You’ll see it’s not meant to be I want to be in the energy Not with the enemy A place for my head
Two, two, three, three Yo, yo, yo Give me Energon to keep me calm You and your mom keep all the dram Used to be a team, passed that baton But you flop that bomb as you drop that bomb Take it to the john in your babylon Flushed down with the sound that you carry on I don’t really give a dang You p****d on my lawn Took a dump like a punk Now the battle’s on
So sick of you stressing Sick of you fessing Sick of you acting like I owe you some Find another place To feed your face If you don’t, we gon’ bump Get it up here, crunk So sick of you stressing Sick of you fessing Sick of you acting like I owe you some Find another place to feed your face If you don’t, we gon’ bump Get it up here, crunk
I want to be in another place I hate when you say you don’t understand You’ll see it’s not meant to be I want to be in the energy Not with the enemy A place for my head
I want to be in another place I hate when you say you don’t understand You’ll see it’s not meant to be I want to be in the energy Not with the enemy A place for my head
You try to take the best of me You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me You try to take the best Go, go away You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me (get away from me), go away You try to take the best of me, go away You try to take the best of me, go away Get away from me
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:12:21 GMT
LINKIN PARK LYRICS
"H! Vltg3" (feat. Evidence, DJ Babu, Pharoahe Monch)
Sometimes Hybrid
I’ve been digging into crates Ever since I was living in space Before the ratrace Before monkeys had human traits I mastered numerology And Big Bang theology Performed lobotomies With telekinetic psychology Invented the mic So I could start blessing it Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist Many men have tried to shake us But I twist mic cords in double-helixes To show them what I’m made of I buckle knees like leg-braces Cast a spell of instrumentalness on all of you emcees who hate us So you can try on Leave you without a shoulder to cry on From now to infinity Let icons be bygones I fire bomb Ghostly notes haunt this I tried threats but moved onto a promise I stomp s**t with or without an accomplice And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this
High voltage This is the unforgettable sound High voltage Bringing you up and taking you down High voltage Coming at you from every side High voltage Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Akira I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones Never satisfied my rhyme jones Spraying bright day over what you might say My blood-type’s Krylon, Technicolour Type-A On highways, right with road-rage Cages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around Surround sound Devouring the scene Subliminal gangrene paintings Overall the same things Sing songs, karaoke, copy, bulls**t Break bones verbally with sticks-and-stones tactics Fourth dimension, combat convention Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention Meant to put you away With the pencil, pistol, official, sixteen-line-a-rhyme missile While you risk your all I pick out all your flaws Spin rah, blah, blah, blah You can say you saw
High voltage This is the unforgettable sound High voltage Bringing you up and taking you down High voltage Coming at you from every side High voltage Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
High voltage This is the unforgettable sound High voltage Bringing you up and taking you down High voltage Coming at you from every side High voltage Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Who’s the man demanding you hand over your Land Rover? No man’s bolder than the Pharoahe when he jams The plan’s over I inflict sclerosis The most ferocious Why I spy, my third eye, extremely high voltage That’s why I need Ruby Quartz glasses ’Cause when I glance there’s a chance I might blast the masses Subliminals trasmitted through piano Integrated in flow Calculated to nano I use skills when I need Please head the rhyme I hear when I plead when I proceed through time I walk through walls an inanimate obsticles Via induced reduction of cells and molecules I bring the knowledge You swallow the state That’s a hologram I box your head Fatten your lip like Collogen A telepath to deliver verses with no postage Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda We high voltage
High voltage This is the unforgettable sound High voltage Bringing you up and taking you down High voltage Coming at you from every side High voltage Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
High voltage This is the unforgettable sound High voltage Bringing you up and taking you down High voltage Coming at you from every side High voltage Making the rhythm and rhyme collide
Linkin Park (being scratched over, and over again)
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:12:54 GMT
LINKIN PARK LYRICS
"PPr:Kut" (feat. Cheapshot, Jubacca, Rasco, Planet Asia)
Uh, yeah
Why does it feel like night today? Something in here’s not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia’s all I got left I don’t know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed But I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head It’s like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face that watches everytime I lie A face that laughs everytime I fall And watches everything So, know that when it’s time to sink or swim That the face inside is hearing me Right underneath my skin
It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin
Hey, yo Here we go again with the pain I feel isn’t real But in my mind, I find myself in places with names but not faces My memory races at speeds Hundred degrees My soul bleeds, devil must’ve planted the seed Now it feels like my back’s against the wall I’m taking the fall Whenever I call nobody’s responding at all But I don’t know who I can trust The screaming my name I need somebody to help me out of the frame All I’m trying to do is just master me All I want to do is smoke a blast-to-beat But something keeps talking to me Consciously, responsibly, keeps haunting me from dusk ’til dawn Everything has something for you That voice inside of your head got you projecting paranoia Cold sweat shining on your face Exposing your purpose And if I ripped off your skin I’d probably find another person There’s nothing worse than trying to bring yourself on back from the dead So I advise you: listen to that voice in the back of your head
It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin
It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin
The face inside is right beneath your skin The face inside is right beneath your skin The face inside is right beneath your skin The face inside is right beneath your skin
The sun goes down I feel the light betray me The sun goes down It’s like I’m paranoid I feel the light betray me The sun goes down Can’t stop what I’m hearing within It’s like the face inside is right beneath my skin
It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin
It’s like I’m paranoid looking over my back It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within It’s like a face inside that’s right beneath my skin
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:13:33 GMT
LINKIN PARK LYRICS
"1stp Klosr" (feat. The Humble Brothers, Jonathan Davis)
I’m about to break I need a little room to breathe ’Cause I’m one step closer to the edge And I’m about to break
I’m about to break This room to breathe This room to breathe This room to breathe
I cannot take this anymore Saying everything I’ve said before All these words, they make no sence I found bliss in ignorance Less I hear, the less you say You’ll find that out anyway I find the answers aren’t so clear Wish I could find a way to disappear All these thoughts, they make no sence I found bliss in ignorance Nothing seems to go away Over and over again Just like before
Everything you say to me And I’m about to break I need a little room to breathe And I’m about to break
Everything you say to me And I’m about to break I need a little room to breathe And I’m about to break
These are the places where I can feel torn from my body My flesh, it peels during this ride we can cut upwhat we like I’m about to break Waiting alone, I cannot resist Feeling this hate, I have never missed Please, someone, give me a reason to rip off my face Blood is a pouring And pouring And pouring And pouring And pouring And pouring And pouring And pouring And pouring And pouring
Shut up when I’m talking to you Shut up Blood is pouring Shut up Blood is pouring Shut up Blood is pouring Shut up when I’m talking to you Shut up Blood is pouring Shut up Blood is pouring Shut up Blood is pouring Shut up I’m about to break
Everything you say to me And I’m about to break I need a little room to breathe And I’m about to break
Everything you say to me And I’m about to break I need a little room to breathe And I’m about to
Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I’m about to break I need a little room to breathe ’Cause I’m one step closer to the edge And I’m about to break
Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And I’m about to break I need a little room to breathe ’Cause I’m one step closer to the edge And I’m about to
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:14:30 GMT
LINKIN PARK LYRICS
"Faint"
I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everyone can see these scars I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe this is real So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
[Chorus] (I can't feel the way I did before) (Don't turn your back on me) (I won't be ignored) (Time won't heal this damage anymore) (Don't turn your back on me) (I won't be ignored)
I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that I'm not But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got
[Chorus] (I can't feel the way I did before) (Don't turn your back on me) (I won't be ignored) (Time won't heal this damage anymore) (Don't turn your back on me) (I won't be ignored)
(No) (Hear me out now) (You're gonna listen to me, like it or not) (Right now) (Hear me out now) (You're gonna listen to me, like it or not) (Right now)
(I can't feel the way I did before) (Don't turn your back on me) (I won't be ignored)
[Chorus] (I can't feel the way I did before) (Don't turn your back on me) (I won't be ignored) (Time won't heal this damage anymore) (Don't turn your back on me) (I won't be ignored)
I can't feel Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Time won't heal Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 4, 2005 22:14:47 GMT
LINKIN PARK LYRICS
"Numb / Encore" (feat. Jay-Z)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise
Get em Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon' see you can't replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for
[sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain't to play games witchu It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh'fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there I've become so tired so much more aware I'm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...) I've become so numb So for one last time I need y'all to roar One last time I need y'all to roar
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Post by Jedi Of Suburbia on Mar 7, 2005 18:07:50 GMT
frigin' right Green Day rules the face of this planet!!!! ;D
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Post by Halan on Mar 7, 2005 18:13:20 GMT
jay-z and linken park = awesome
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Post by Jetzt on Mar 7, 2005 18:17:41 GMT
Come on Brut! Where is all the older GreenDay stuff? Basket Case? Time of your life? Pulling Teeth? Minority?
etc etc etc
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Post by Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar on Mar 7, 2005 20:54:52 GMT
I only like Time of Your Life from their older albums.
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