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Where's my shit?)\nRefugees\n\nWe used to be number ten, now we permanent at one\nIn the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm\nPistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm\nTell the woman be easy, nah squeeze the Charmin\nTest Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned\nBeat you so bad, make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, Jean\n\nAnd tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn\nChicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm\nDamn, another dead pigeon\nIf your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians\nNobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade\nGirl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade\n\nThat sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write a horror\nBlackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura\nStevie Wonder sees crack babies\nBecoming enemies of their own families\n\nArmageddon come, you know-a we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing (yeah)\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nYeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'til high noon\nBust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom poom's\nSee hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci\nFind me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees\nHey, hey, hey, try to take the crew and we don't play-play\nSay, say, say like Paul McCartney, not hardly\nOddly enough, I can see right through your bluff\nNiggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust\n\n'Cause we fortified, I could never hide\nSeen \"Cooley High\", cried when Cochise died\nI'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes\nDon't remove my Polos on the first episode\nHa-ha-ha-ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, and\nHa-ha-ha-ha, you whole sound set booty, and\nHa-ha-ha-ha, you have to respect Jersey\n'Cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing (yeah, yeah)\n(She love me like she never before, ayy) (burst it)\n\nI sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees\nSmokin' beadies as I burn my calories\nBrooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn tee-pees\nWho that be, enemy, wanna see the death of me\nFrom Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like\nBuju Banton, I'm a true champion, like\nFarakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran, it's a\nPhenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan\n\nWhat's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\nWhat's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nYo kid, we gotta get our family together, man\nYou know, we gotta get organized\nWe just can't be out here, you know, just high and smoked up\nAnd whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized\nWhatever we gon' do, we gotta do it right","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] (Where's my shit? Where's my shit?)\n[00:03.44] Refugees\n[00:10.15] We used to be number ten, now we permanent at one\n[00:13.25] In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm\n[00:15.61] Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm\n[00:18.57] Tell the woman be easy, nah squeeze the Charmin\n[00:20.98] Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned\n[00:23.61] Beat you so bad, make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, Jean\n[00:27.28] And tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn\n[00:29.66] Chicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm\n[00:32.02] Damn, another dead pigeon\n[00:34.44] If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians\n[00:37.32] Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade\n[00:39.97] Girl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade\n[00:42.69] That sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write a horror\n[00:45.10] Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura\n[00:47.99] Stevie Wonder sees crack babies\n[00:50.32] Becoming enemies of their own families\n[00:54.03] Armageddon come, you know-a we soon done\n[00:56.49] Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n[00:59.06] A boy on the side of Babylon\n[01:01.05] Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n[01:04.20] Ooh, la-la-la\n[01:06.10] It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\n[01:09.42] Ooh, la-la-la\n[01:11.69] It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n[01:14.55] Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[01:18.92] Sweet thing (yeah)\n[01:21.32] (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n[01:24.52] Yeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'til high noon\n[01:27.80] Bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom poom's\n[01:30.67] See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci\n[01:33.05] Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees\n[01:36.25] Hey, hey, hey, try to take the crew and we don't play-play\n[01:38.91] Say, say, say like Paul McCartney, not hardly\n[01:41.56] Oddly enough, I can see right through your bluff\n[01:43.90] Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust\n[01:47.48] 'Cause we fortified, I could never hide\n[01:49.26] Seen \"Cooley High\", cried when Cochise died\n[01:51.98] I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes\n[01:54.34] Don't remove my Polos on the first episode\n[01:57.28] Ha-ha-ha-ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, and\n[02:00.12] Ha-ha-ha-ha, you whole sound set booty, and\n[02:02.75] Ha-ha-ha-ha, you have to respect Jersey\n[02:05.26] 'Cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La\n[02:08.62] Ooh, la-la-la\n[02:10.35] It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\n[02:13.45] Ooh, la-la-la\n[02:15.84] It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n[02:18.58] Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[02:23.05] Sweet thing (yeah, yeah)\n[02:25.19] (She love me like she never before, ayy) (burst it)\n[02:28.82] I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees\n[02:31.55] Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories\n[02:34.68] Brooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn tee-pees\n[02:37.16] Who that be, enemy, wanna see the death of me\n[02:39.73] From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like\n[02:42.84] Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like\n[02:45.58] Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran, it's a\n[02:48.25] Phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan\n[02:50.55] What's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\n[02:53.88] Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n[02:56.52] A boy on the side of Babylon\n[02:58.42] Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n[03:00.82] What's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\n[03:04.54] Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n[03:07.27] A boy on the side of Babylon\n[03:09.13] Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n[03:12.13] Ooh, la-la-la\n[03:14.04] It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\n[03:17.72] Ooh, la-la-la\n[03:19.48] It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n[03:22.72] Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[03:27.23] Sweet thing\n[03:29.64] (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n[03:33.89] Ooh, la-la-la\n[03:35.95] It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\n[03:39.19] Ooh, la-la-la\n[03:41.04] It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n[03:44.09] Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[03:48.87] Sweet thing\n[03:50.69] (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n[03:54.89] \n[04:07.38] Yo kid, we gotta get our family together, man\n[04:09.61] You know, we gotta get organized\n[04:11.24] We just can't be out here, you know, just high and smoked up\n[04:14.47] And whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized\n[04:16.76] Whatever we gon' do, we gotta do it right\n[04:19.17] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fu-Gee-La\n  artist: Fugees\n  album: Fu-Gee-La\n  duration_ms: 260000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Where's my shit? 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Armageddon come you know we soon done\n  Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n  A boy on the side of Babylon\n  Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n  What's goin' on? 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Where's my shit?)\nRefugees\n\nWe used to be number ten, now we permanent at one\nIn the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm\nPistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm\nTell the woman be easy, nah squeeze the Charmin\nTest Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned\nBeat you so bad, make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, Jean\n\nAnd tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn\nChicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm\nDamn, another dead pigeon\nIf your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians\nNobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade\nGirl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade\n\nThat sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write a horror\nBlackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura\nStevie Wonder sees crack babies\nBecoming enemies of their own families\n\nArmageddon come, you know-a we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing (yeah)\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nYeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'til high noon\nBust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom poom's\nSee hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci\nFind me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees\nHey, hey, hey, try to take the crew and we don't play-play\nSay, say, say like Paul McCartney, not hardly\nOddly enough, I can see right through your bluff\nNiggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust\n\n'Cause we fortified, I could never hide\nSeen \"Cooley High\", cried when Cochise died\nI'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes\nDon't remove my Polos on the first episode\nHa-ha-ha-ha, you shouldn't diss refugees, and\nHa-ha-ha-ha, you whole sound set booty, and\nHa-ha-ha-ha, you have to respect Jersey\n'Cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing (yeah, yeah)\n(She love me like she never before, ayy) (burst it)\n\nI sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees\nSmokin' beadies as I burn my calories\nBrooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn tee-pees\nWho that be, enemy, wanna see the death of me\nFrom Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like\nBuju Banton, I'm a true champion, like\nFarakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran, it's a\nPhenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan\n\nWhat's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\nWhat's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nYo kid, we gotta get our family together, man\nYou know, we gotta get organized\nWe just can't be out here, you know, just high and smoked up\nAnd whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized\nWhatever we gon' do, we gotta do it right","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] (Where's my shit? 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Armageddon come you know we soon done\n  Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n  A boy on the side of Babylon\n  Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n  What's goin' on? 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Armageddon come you know we soon done\n  Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n  A boy on the side of Babylon\n  Tryin' to front like you're down with Mount Zion\n\n  Ooh, la-la-la\n  It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\n  Ooh, la-la-la\n  It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n  Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n  Sweet thing\n  (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\n  Ooh, la-la-la\n  It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing\n  Ooh, la-la-la\n  It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n  Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n  Sweet thing\n  (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\n  Yo kid, we gotta get our family together, man\n  You know, we gotta get organized\n  We just can't be out here, you know, just high and smoked up\n  And whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized\n  Whatever we gon' do, we gotta do it right\n"},{"id":18110733,"name":"Fu-Gee-La [Album Version instrumental]","trackName":"Fu-Gee-La [Album Version instrumental]","artistName":"The Fugees","albumName":"The Fugees - Fu-Gee-La (Single)","duration":258.881438,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Where's my shit?)\nFugees\n\nWe used to be number ten, now we permanent on one\nIn the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm\nPistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm\nTell the woman be easy nah squeeze the charmin'\nTest Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned\nBeat you so bad, make you feel like you ain't wanna be born, Jon\nAnd tell your friends stay the hell out of my lawn\nChicken George became Dead George stealin' chickens from my farm\nDamn, another dead pigeon\nIf your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians\n\nNobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade\nGirl bled to death while she was tongue-kissing a razor blade\nThat sounds sick, maybe one day I'll write a horror\nBlackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an ACURA\nStevie Wonder sees crack babies\nBe-coming enemies of their own families\nArmageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side, just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTrying to front like he's down with Mount Zion\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing (yeah)\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nYeah, in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons 'til high noon\nBust rap toons on flat spoons, take no shorts like poon-poon's\nSee hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci\nFind me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees\nHey, hey, hey, try to take the crew and we don't play-play\nSay, say, say like Paul McCartney, not hardly\nOddly enough, I can see right through your bluff\nNiggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, we bust\n\n'Cause we fortified, I could never hide\nSeen \"Cooley High\", cried when Cochise died\nI'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes\nDon't remove my Polos on the first episode\nHa, ha, ha, ha, you shouldn't diss Refugees, and\nHa, ha, ha, ha, you whole sound set's bootie, and\nHa, ha, ha, ha, you have to respect jersey\n'Cause I'm superfly when I'm super-high on the fu-gee-la\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing (yeah, yeah)\n(She love me like she never before, ayy) (burst it)\n\nI sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees\nSmokin' beadies as I burn my calories\nBrooklyn rooftops become Brooklyn tee-pees\nWho that be, enemy, wanna see the death of me\nFrom Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like\nBuju Banton, I'm a true champion, like\nFarakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran, it's a\nPhenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan\n\nWhat's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTrying to front like he's down with Mount Zion\nWhat's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTrying to front like he's down with Mount Zion\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nYo kid, we gotta get our family together, man\nYou know, we gotta get organized (hey Junior)\nWe just can't be out here, you know\nJust high and smoked up (Junior!) (what's up?) 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selector, come now\n\n  Can I feel the vibe\n  Can I feel the vibe\n  We used to be number ten, now we permanent on one\n  Wyclef, Preacher's Son, Ichiban\n  Listen Mrs Tin Can, I'm your candy handy man\n  Me without you is like American without the band-stand\n  Cool fellow, dancehall stay mellow\n\n  All that guntalk who would have thought you died yellow\n  Damn, another hero wannabe\n  Now he sleeps with his friends in the mortuary\n  Dude, I find it rude when you intrude\n  My pistol nozzle hits your nasal, doo-doo comes out your anal\n  Just because you're buff, don't play tuff\n  'Cause I'll reverse the earth and turn your flesh back to dust\n\n  Oh la-la-la\n  It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thing\n  Oh la-la-la\n  It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n  Ooh la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n  Sweet thing, she love me like never before, ayy\n\n  Dig it, I stay high off the Fu-Gee-La\n  Bust when we rush through\n  You must knew Ruckus Crew got G's like the 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Armageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTrying to front like he's down with Mount Zion\nWhat's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\nGun by my side just in case I gotta rump\nA boy on the side of Babylon\nTrying to front like he's down with Mount Zion\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\nOoh, la-la-la\nIt's the natural la that the Refugees bring\nOoh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\nSweet thing\n(She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\nYo kid, we gotta get our family together, man\nYou know, we gotta get organized (hey Junior)\nWe just can't be out here, you know\nJust high and smoked up (Junior!) (what's up?) 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Armageddon come you know we soon done\n[03:04.47] Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n[03:07.16] A boy on the side of Babylon\n[03:08.95] Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion\n[03:12.33] Ooh, la-la-la\n[03:14.35] It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\n[03:17.64] Ooh, la-la-la\n[03:19.70] It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n[03:22.96] Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[03:27.27] Sweet thing\n[03:29.01] (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n[03:33.68] Ooh, la-la-la\n[03:35.75] It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\n[03:38.91] Ooh, la-la-la\n[03:40.83] It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n[03:43.81] Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n[03:48.47] Sweet thing\n[03:50.39] (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n[03:54.60] \n[04:06.99] Yo kid, we gotta get our family together, man\n[04:09.49] You know, we gotta get organized (hey Junior)\n[04:11.32] We just can't be out here, you know\n[04:12.63] Just high and smoked up (Junior!) (what's up?) 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Armageddon come you know we soon done\n  Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n  A boy on the side of Babylon\n  Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion\n  What's goin' on? Armageddon come you know we soon done\n  Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump\n  A boy on the side of Babylon\n  Trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion\n\n  Ooh, la-la-la\n  It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\n  Ooh, la-la-la\n  It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n  Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n  Sweet thing\n  (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\n  Ooh, la-la-la\n  It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang\n  Ooh, la-la-la\n  It's the natural la that the Refugees bring\n  Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la\n  Sweet thing\n  (She love me like she never before, ayy)\n\n  Yo kid, we gotta get our family together, man\n  You know, we gotta get organized (hey Junior)\n  We just can't be out here, you know\n  Just high and smoked up (Junior!) (what's up?) 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