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Do you folks like coffee?
Real coffee,
From the hills of Columbia?

The Duncan Hills will awake you,
From a thousand deaths.
A cup of blackened blood.
(Die, DIE!)
I'm dying for a cup.

Guatemalan blend.
Ethiopian,
French Vanilla Roast.

(Die, DIE!)
You're dying for a cup.

Prepare for ultimate flavor...
You're gonna get some, NOW!
And scream, for your cream!

[Solo - Skwisgaar Skwigelf]

DUNCAN HILLS
DUNCAN HILLS
DUNCAN HILLS
COFFEE!

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