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Oh, God Said To Abraham, "kill Me A Son" Abe Said, "man, You Must Be Puttin' Me On" God Said, "no" Abe Say, "what?" God Say, "you Can Do What You Want, Abe, But The Next Time You See Me Comin', You Better Run" Well, Abe Said, "where D'you Want This Killin' Done?" God Said, "out On Highway 61".

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Oh, God Said To Abraham, "kill Me A Son" Abe Said, "man, You Must Be Puttin' Me On" God Said, "no" Abe Say, "what?" God Say, "you Can Do What You Want, Abe, But The Next Time You See Me Comin', You Better Run" Well, Abe Said, "where D'you Want This Killin' Done?" God Said, "out On Highway 61".

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