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I know. It's hard to be sad about my Grandmother when I think of the fantastic Christmas she must be having, reunited with her parent, her husband, two of her sons and all the other friends and family who've passed on before. There can be joy, there can be peace.
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They don't ever lock ya up for thinking crazy - they only get ya for actin' crazy!
And just 'cause I'm paranoid doesn't mean they aren't really out to get me...
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