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| Hey, you Yankee! You're blue skinned! | |
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| And you're gray skinned, Johnny Red! | |
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| I don't know how I could live in a country with blue skinned folk. | |
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| I don't know how I could live in a country with a gray skinned folk. | |
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| I reckon we should have a war. | |
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