[{"id":27374707,"name":"All I Really Wanted","trackName":"All I Really Wanted","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"All I Really Wanted","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, A-Trak\nWe ain't want a lot, man\nAll we wanted was a fair shot, man\nKnow where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man\nUh, in high school, I was on the court, getting buckets, swish\nThen I started gettin' duckets, can't lie, I'm in love with this\nThe art of getting money, man, my motto was like \"Fuck a bitch\"\nBy time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list\nI don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with\nDying'll make you way more famous than your publicist\nLove, I get to snubbin' it, my life, they wanna publish it\nThey ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (adios)\nCurved all the talk shows, never doing Unsung\nMary J., '92, here's the 411\nI am no dum-dum, Big L, Bloodshed\nHud 6, Google it, forgot where I come from?\nWalked around broke, hit a lick, got a lump sum\nIf you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, \"Yum yum\" (grr)\nWay before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run\nTell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun'\n(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n(All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n(All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n(All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\nGrew up around nonsense, mistrust, foolery (yeah)\nBullets and gun smoke, murder, wake, eulogy (RIP)\nNiggas ain't used to me, nothin' you can do with me\nBad bitches move with me, usually two of me\nAnd they love nudity, stupid, this nothin' new to me\nOnly thing they ask if I can pay they Uber fee (sure)\nTruthfully, like my shoestrings, they get loose for me\nLet 'em take pictures on the 'Gram in my jewelry\nDipset, Fool's Gold, y'all drinking old gold\nDiamond out the rough, man, I wrapped it up in rose gold\nReal life, no lie, the game made me so cold\nBut it's in a stupor, sleeper, chokehold\nShout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO\nKidnap your children, you should let your ho know\nYeah, we take it too far, but these are true bars\nBad bitch, mad weed, and new car is\n(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n(All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n(All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n(All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\nUnderstood in my hood, that's the way we go\nYou know where I'm from, dog\nUnderstood in my hood\nKnow what I'm sayin'? This heartfelt\nThat's the way we go\nReal life shit, that's the way we go\nKilla, A-Trak, that's the way we go\nUnderstood in my hood\nA-Trak, let's take 'em to church\nThat's the way we go","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] Ayo, A-Trak\n[00:02.12] We ain't want a lot, man\n[00:03.78] All we wanted was a fair shot, man\n[00:07.86] Know where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man\n[00:09.72] Uh, in high school, I was on the court, getting buckets, swish\n[00:14.51] Then I started gettin' duckets, can't lie, I'm in love with this\n[00:17.09] The art of getting money, man, my motto was like \"Fuck a bitch\"\n[00:19.84] By time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list\n[00:22.95] I don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with\n[00:25.83] Dying'll make you way more famous than your publicist\n[00:28.70] Love, I get to snubbin' it, my life, they wanna publish it\n[00:31.75] They ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (adios)\n[00:34.82] Curved all the talk shows, never doing Unsung\n[00:37.57] Mary J., '92, here's the 411\n[00:40.51] I am no dum-dum, Big L, Bloodshed\n[00:43.49] Hud 6, Google it, forgot where I come from?\n[00:46.19] Walked around broke, hit a lick, got a lump sum\n[00:49.45] If you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, \"Yum yum\" (grr)\n[00:52.21] Way before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run\n[00:55.27] Tell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun'\n[00:58.18] (All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n[01:04.32] (All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n[01:09.89] (All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n[01:15.67] (All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\n[01:21.35] Grew up around nonsense, mistrust, foolery (yeah)\n[01:24.45] Bullets and gun smoke, murder, wake, eulogy (RIP)\n[01:27.26] Niggas ain't used to me, nothin' you can do with me\n[01:30.31] Bad bitches move with me, usually two of me\n[01:33.22] And they love nudity, stupid, this nothin' new to me\n[01:36.21] Only thing they ask if I can pay they Uber fee (sure)\n[01:39.23] Truthfully, like my shoestrings, they get loose for me\n[01:42.10] Let 'em take pictures on the 'Gram in my jewelry\n[01:44.86] Dipset, Fool's Gold, y'all drinking old gold\n[01:47.77] Diamond out the rough, man, I wrapped it up in rose gold\n[01:50.77] Real life, no lie, the game made me so cold\n[01:53.70] But it's in a stupor, sleeper, chokehold\n[01:56.62] Shout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO\n[01:59.62] Kidnap your children, you should let your ho know\n[02:02.56] Yeah, we take it too far, but these are true bars\n[02:05.50] Bad bitch, mad weed, and new car is\n[02:08.11] (All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n[02:14.24] (All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n[02:20.03] (All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n[02:25.82] (All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\n[02:43.21] Understood in my hood, that's the way we go\n[02:46.76] You know where I'm from, dog\n[02:49.64] Understood in my hood\n[02:52.27] Know what I'm sayin'? This heartfelt\n[02:53.71] That's the way we go\n[02:55.26] Real life shit, that's the way we go\n[02:58.14] Killa, A-Trak, that's the way we go\n[03:01.05] Understood in my hood\n[03:04.01] A-Trak, let's take 'em to church\n[03:05.86] That's the way we go","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All I Really Wanted\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: All I Really Wanted\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayo, A-Trak\n  start_ms: 970\n  end_ms: 2120\n- text: We ain't want a lot, man\n  start_ms: 2120\n  end_ms: 3780\n- text: All we wanted was a fair shot, man\n  start_ms: 3780\n  end_ms: 7860\n- text: Know where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man\n  start_ms: 7860\n  end_ms: 9720\n- text: Uh, in high school, I was on the court, getting buckets, swish\n  start_ms: 9720\n  end_ms: 14510\n- text: Then I started gettin' duckets, can't lie, I'm in love with this\n  start_ms: 14510\n  end_ms: 17090\n- text: The art of getting money, man, my motto was like \"Fuck a bitch\"\n  start_ms: 17090\n  end_ms: 19840\n- text: By time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list\n  start_ms: 19840\n  end_ms: 22950\n- text: I don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with\n  start_ms: 22950\n  end_ms: 25830\n- text: Dying'll make you way more famous than your publicist\n  start_ms: 25830\n  end_ms: 28700\n- text: Love, I get to snubbin' it, my life, they wanna publish it\n  start_ms: 28700\n  end_ms: 31750\n- text: They ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (adios)\n  start_ms: 31750\n  end_ms: 34820\n- text: Curved all the talk shows, never doing Unsung\n  start_ms: 34820\n  end_ms: 37570\n- text: Mary J., '92, here's the 411\n  start_ms: 37570\n  end_ms: 40510\n- text: I am no dum-dum, Big L, Bloodshed\n  start_ms: 40510\n  end_ms: 43490\n- text: Hud 6, Google it, forgot where I come from?\n  start_ms: 43490\n  end_ms: 46190\n- text: Walked around broke, hit a lick, got a lump sum\n  start_ms: 46190\n  end_ms: 49450\n- text: If you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, \"Yum yum\" (grr)\n  start_ms: 49450\n  end_ms: 52210\n- text: Way before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run\n  start_ms: 52210\n  end_ms: 55270\n- text: Tell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun'\n  start_ms: 55270\n  end_ms: 58180\n- text: (All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n  start_ms: 58180\n  end_ms: 64320\n- text: (All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n  start_ms: 64320\n  end_ms: 69890\n- text: (All I really wanted, what else?) 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Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n  (All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\n  Grew up around nonsense, mistrust, foolery (yeah)\n  Bullets and gun smoke, murder, wake, eulogy (RIP)\n  Niggas ain't used to me, nothin' you can do with me\n  Bad bitches move with me, usually two of me\n  And they love nudity, stupid, this nothin' new to me\n  Only thing they ask if I can pay they Uber fee (sure)\n  Truthfully, like my shoestrings, they get loose for me\n  Let 'em take pictures on the 'Gram in my jewelry\n  Dipset, Fool's Gold, y'all drinking old gold\n  Diamond out the rough, man, I wrapped it up in rose gold\n  Real life, no lie, the game made me so cold\n  But it's in a stupor, sleeper, chokehold\n  Shout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO\n  Kidnap your children, you should let your ho know\n  Yeah, we take it too far, but these are true bars\n  Bad bitch, mad weed, and new car is\n  (All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n  (All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n  (All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n  (All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\n  Understood in my hood, that's the way we go\n  You know where I'm from, dog\n  Understood in my hood\n  Know what I'm sayin'? This heartfelt\n  That's the way we go\n  Real life shit, that's the way we go\n  Killa, A-Trak, that's the way we go\n  Understood in my hood\n  A-Trak, let's take 'em to church\n  That's the way we go\n"},{"id":32777838,"name":"All I Really Wanted","trackName":"All I Really Wanted","artistName":"Cam'ron, A-Trak","albumName":"All I Really Wanted","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Cam'ron & (Female)\n(All I really wanted)\nAyo, A-Trak, we ain't want a lot, man\n(Was to get with you)\nAll we wanted was a fair shot, man\n(All I really wanted)\nKnow where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man (Uh)\n\nIn high school, I was on the court gettin' buckets (Swish)\nThen I started gettin' duckets, can't\nLie, I'm in love with this (What?)\nThe art of gettin' money, man, my motto was like bitch (Oh)\nBy the time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list (Yeah)\nI don't take threats lightly, careful\nWho you fuckin' with (Talk to 'em)\nDying'll make you way more famous than your publicist (Damn)\nLove, I get to stubbin' it (Yep)\nMy life, they wanna publish it (Woah)\nThey ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (Ayo)\nCurved on the talk shows, never doin' unsung\nMary J., '92, here's the 411\nI am no dumb-dumb, Big L, Bloodshed\nHud 6, Google it, forgot where I come from? (What?)\nWalked around broke, hit a lick, caught a lump sum\nIf you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, \"Yum, yum\" (Grr)\nWay before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run-run\nTell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun (Pew, pew, pew)\n[Chorus: Cam'ron & (Female)\n(All I really wanted)\nMoney, cars, clothes, hood respect (Yeah)\n(All I really wanted)\nClientele town, brown bags of good connect (What else?)\n(All I really wanted)\nPlay ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal (Tell 'em)\n(All I really wanted)\nPrivate jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal (Uh)\n\nGrew up around nonsense (Yes), mistrust foolery (Yep)\nBullets and gun smoke, murder wake, eulogy (R.I.P.)\nNiggas ain't used to me, nothin' you can do with me (Nah)\nBad bitches move with me, usually two with me\nAnd they love nudity, stupid, this nothin' new to me (Nah)\nOnly thing they ask if I can pay they Uber fee (Sure)\nTruthfully, like my shoestrings, they get loose with me\nLet 'em take pictures on the 'Gram in my jewelry (Let's go)\nDipset, fool's gold, y'all drinkin' Old Gold (Yeah)\nDiamond out the rough, man, I wrapped it up in rose gold\nReal life, no lie, the game made me so cold\nButters in the stupor, sleeper, chokehold\nShout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO (What up, yo?)\nFuck your children, you should let\nYour ho know (You should let her know)\nYeah, we take it too far (Ooh), but these are true bars (Ooh)\nBad bitches mad, we the new car, it's\n[Chorus: Cam'ron & (Female)\n(All I really wanted)\nMoney, cars, clothes, hood respect (Yeah)\n(All I really wanted)\nClientele town, brown bags of good connect (What else?)\n(All I really wanted)\nPlay ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal (Tell 'em)\n(All I really wanted)\nPrivate jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\n[Outro: Cam'ron & (Female)\n(All I really wanted)\n\n(All I really wanted)\n\n(All I really wanted)\n\n(All I really wanted)\n\n(All I really wanted)\n\n(All I really wanted)\n\n(All I really wanted)\n\n(All I really wanted)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All I Really Wanted\n  artist: Cam'ron, A-Trak\n  album: All I Really Wanted\n  duration_ms: 191000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: Cam'ron & (Female)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Ayo, A-Trak, we ain't want a lot, man\n  (Was to get with you)\n  All we wanted was a fair shot, man\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Know where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man (Uh)\n\n  In high school, I was on the court gettin' buckets (Swish)\n  Then I started gettin' duckets, can't\n  Lie, I'm in love with this (What?)\n  The art of gettin' money, man, my motto was like bitch (Oh)\n  By the time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list (Yeah)\n  I don't take threats lightly, careful\n  Who you fuckin' with (Talk to 'em)\n  Dying'll make you way more famous than your publicist (Damn)\n  Love, I get to stubbin' it (Yep)\n  My life, they wanna publish it (Woah)\n  They ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (Ayo)\n  Curved on the talk shows, never doin' unsung\n  Mary J., '92, here's the 411\n  I am no dumb-dumb, Big L, Bloodshed\n  Hud 6, Google it, forgot where I come from? (What?)\n  Walked around broke, hit a lick, caught a lump sum\n  If you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, \"Yum, yum\" (Grr)\n  Way before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run-run\n  Tell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun (Pew, pew, pew)\n  [Chorus: Cam'ron & (Female)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Money, cars, clothes, hood respect (Yeah)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Clientele town, brown bags of good connect (What else?)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal (Tell 'em)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal (Uh)\n\n  Grew up around nonsense (Yes), mistrust foolery (Yep)\n  Bullets and gun smoke, murder wake, eulogy (R.I.P.)\n  Niggas ain't used to me, nothin' you can do with me (Nah)\n  Bad bitches move with me, usually two with me\n  And they love nudity, stupid, this nothin' new to me (Nah)\n  Only thing they ask if I can pay they Uber fee (Sure)\n  Truthfully, like my shoestrings, they get loose with me\n  Let 'em take pictures on the 'Gram in my jewelry (Let's go)\n  Dipset, fool's gold, y'all drinkin' Old Gold (Yeah)\n  Diamond out the rough, man, I wrapped it up in rose gold\n  Real life, no lie, the game made me so cold\n  Butters in the stupor, sleeper, chokehold\n  Shout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO (What up, yo?)\n  Fuck your children, you should let\n  Your ho know (You should let her know)\n  Yeah, we take it too far (Ooh), but these are true bars (Ooh)\n  Bad bitches mad, we the new car, it's\n  [Chorus: Cam'ron & (Female)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Money, cars, clothes, hood respect (Yeah)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Clientele town, brown bags of good connect (What else?)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal (Tell 'em)\n  (All I really wanted)\n  Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\n  [Outro: Cam'ron & (Female)\n  (All I really wanted)\n\n  (All I really wanted)\n\n  (All I really wanted)\n\n  (All I really wanted)\n\n  (All I really wanted)\n\n  (All I really wanted)\n\n  (All I really wanted)\n\n  (All I really wanted)\n"},{"id":11342670,"name":"All I Really Wanted","trackName":"All I Really Wanted","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"U Wasn't There","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo, A-Trak\nWe ain't want a lot, man\nAll we wanted was a fair shot, man\nKnow where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man\nUh, in high school, I was on the court, getting buckets, swish\nThen I started gettin' duckets, can't lie, I'm in love with this\nThe art of getting money, man, my motto was like \"Fuck a bitch\"\nBy time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list\nI don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with\nDying'll make you way more famous than your publicist\nLove, I get to snubbin' it, my life, they wanna publish it\nThey ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (adios)\nCurved all the talk shows, never doing Unsung\nMary J., '92, here's the 411\nI am no dum-dum, Big L, Bloodshed\nHud 6, Google it, forgot where I come from?\nWalked around broke, hit a lick, got a lump sum\nIf you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, \"Yum yum\" (grr)\nWay before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run\nTell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun'\n(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n(All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n(All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n(All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\nGrew up around nonsense, mistrust, foolery (yeah)\nBullets and gun smoke, murder, wake, eulogy (RIP)\nNiggas ain't used to me, nothin' you can do with me\nBad bitches move with me, usually two of me\nAnd they love nudity, stupid, this nothin' new to me\nOnly thing they ask if I can pay they Uber fee (sure)\nTruthfully, like my shoestrings, they get loose for me\nLet 'em take pictures on the 'Gram in my jewelry\nDipset, Fool's Gold, y'all drinking old gold\nDiamond out the rough, man, I wrapped it up in rose gold\nReal life, no lie, the game made me so cold\nBut it's in a stupor, sleeper, chokehold\nShout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO\nKidnap your children, you should let your ho know\nYeah, we take it too far, but these are true bars\nBad bitch, mad weed, and new car is\n(All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n(All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n(All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n(All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\nUnderstood in my hood, that's the way we go\nYou know where I'm from, dog\nUnderstood in my hood\nKnow what I'm sayin'? This heartfelt\nThat's the way we go\nReal life shit, that's the way we go\nKilla, A-Trak, that's the way we go\nUnderstood in my hood\nA-Trak, let's take 'em to church\nThat's the way we go","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] Ayo, A-Trak\n[00:02.12] We ain't want a lot, man\n[00:03.78] All we wanted was a fair shot, man\n[00:07.86] Know where I'm from, the numbers stacked against us, man\n[00:09.72] Uh, in high school, I was on the court, getting buckets, swish\n[00:14.51] Then I started gettin' duckets, can't lie, I'm in love with this\n[00:17.09] The art of getting money, man, my motto was like \"Fuck a bitch\"\n[00:19.84] By time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list\n[00:22.95] I don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with\n[00:25.83] Dying'll make you way more famous than your publicist\n[00:28.70] Love, I get to snubbin' it, my life, they wanna publish it\n[00:31.75] They ain't got enough money, so I keep dubbin' it (adios)\n[00:34.82] Curved all the talk shows, never doing Unsung\n[00:37.57] Mary J., '92, here's the 411\n[00:40.51] I am no dum-dum, Big L, Bloodshed\n[00:43.49] Hud 6, Google it, forgot where I come from?\n[00:46.19] Walked around broke, hit a lick, got a lump sum\n[00:49.45] If you wore jewelry, the wolves was like, \"Yum yum\" (grr)\n[00:52.21] Way before stun guns, I stunned 'em, run, run\n[00:55.27] Tell that, pick up your face, I'm from the slums, hun'\n[00:58.18] (All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n[01:04.32] (All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n[01:09.89] (All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n[01:15.67] (All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\n[01:21.35] Grew up around nonsense, mistrust, foolery (yeah)\n[01:24.45] Bullets and gun smoke, murder, wake, eulogy (RIP)\n[01:27.26] Niggas ain't used to me, nothin' you can do with me\n[01:30.31] Bad bitches move with me, usually two of me\n[01:33.22] And they love nudity, stupid, this nothin' new to me\n[01:36.21] Only thing they ask if I can pay they Uber fee (sure)\n[01:39.23] Truthfully, like my shoestrings, they get loose for me\n[01:42.10] Let 'em take pictures on the 'Gram in my jewelry\n[01:44.86] Dipset, Fool's Gold, y'all drinking old gold\n[01:47.77] Diamond out the rough, man, I wrapped it up in rose gold\n[01:50.77] Real life, no lie, the game made me so cold\n[01:53.70] But it's in a stupor, sleeper, chokehold\n[01:56.62] Shout out to Brooklyn, yeah, my niggas RORO\n[01:59.62] Kidnap your children, you should let your ho know\n[02:02.56] Yeah, we take it too far, but these are true bars\n[02:05.50] Bad bitch, mad weed, and new car is\n[02:08.11] (All I really wanted) Money, cars, clothes, hood respect\n[02:14.24] (All I really wanted) Clientele in town, brown bags, a good connect\n[02:20.03] (All I really wanted, what else?) Play ball, sell drugs, maybe get a record deal\n[02:25.82] (All I really wanted, tell 'em) Private jet, island, a girl with some sex appeal\n[02:43.21] Understood in my hood, that's the way we go\n[02:46.76] You know where I'm from, dog\n[02:49.64] Understood in my hood\n[02:52.27] Know what I'm sayin'? 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