A long time ago, in a Galaxy(TM) far, far away... I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine; picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine. I loaded sixteen ton of number 9 coal, and the straw-boss said 'Well, Bless my soul'. You load sixteen ton, and whadda you get? Another day older, and deeper in debt. Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cuz I cain't go. I owe my soul to the company store.

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