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So apparently the cure for finale-enduced depression is eating an obscene amount of home-made shortbread cookie bats and drinking copious amounts of cranberry-apple zinger tea with honey and lemon.
Now I collapse into a sugar coma.
Now I collapse into a sugar coma.
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I'm gonna escape--into a sugar coma
Sugar coma, sugar coma
Sugar coma
Gimme all that cake, I'll cut it with a knife
I take my tea with honey, I've done so all my life
My hands they are a-shakin' but the sugar tastes so niiice
Sugar comaaaaaaaa
Sugar coma
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Except his would make more sense. And be more awesome. Trufax.
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