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In the dept. of Sarah Cannot Parse Audio, item three thousand, two hundred, and seventy-two.
Oh, 99 Luftballons. That's the chorus that goes with that title, and that's what they're saying.
The next-to-last one of these was, I kid you not, Come On Eileen.
That would be how fail my hearing is -- I never knew what the choruses to those said, and I never matched the songs on greatest-hits-of-the-80's up to the titles.
So when I say I have no idea why people like skype, now you know. My hearing, despite being judged fairly good on doctor's-office tests, sucks to high heaven.
Oh, 99 Luftballons. That's the chorus that goes with that title, and that's what they're saying.
The next-to-last one of these was, I kid you not, Come On Eileen.
That would be how fail my hearing is -- I never knew what the choruses to those said, and I never matched the songs on greatest-hits-of-the-80's up to the titles.
So when I say I have no idea why people like skype, now you know. My hearing, despite being judged fairly good on doctor's-office tests, sucks to high heaven.
