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Toby Turner
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Get Bloody
I always dreamt of BMX. Ha! Got no more time for dreaming. My Ex-wife resisted bringing our 9 year old son Timmy. -No dad, I don't... -Come on. -You're going. -I really don't. -Shut up son. -Gah!
We don't need a car. -Dad that's a cliff. I'll just hold -Um the spacebar -Dad you're going to fast. -Argh! -No, dad!
Respawn at the start, Didn't get very far. -We never do, dad. -Shut up son!
I ride a bike with my son, We always have so much fun. -No we don't
Unless there's mines on the ground, -Dad, landmine! Then things are gonna get bloody -Oh no!
I ride a bike with my son, -Dad! Sometimes we do bottle runs -Noooo Sometimes we dodge harpoon guns. -Aow! Sometimes I get to launch Timmy -What? Noooo! Sometimes I get to launch Timmy -Noooo! For Tim's perspective, just press C. -Nooo! I think it's time to get bloody. I think it's time to get bloody. Oh No! -Dad, stop. -I can't, son. -Give up, dad. -I don't know how. -It's just not fun anymore Dad. -Aw, so you admit it was fun once? -Gah!
It's hard to keep on livin -Arghhh, God! This course is unforgiving. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com -Gargh -Oh no, Dad! -Gargh I doubt that will be healing. -Dad, you should go to the hospital. -I don't have insurance. Son, keep the handles steady. -Dad, what are you doing? -Winning son, Charlie Sheen -Oh God.
We've come too far to give up on this course. -I disagree... Argh! -Aowww! I don't need my arms, that's what my son is for. -No dad, slow down! -Woooo!
We're riding towards the big jump. We fly in front of the sun, 's about time we finally won. Think we have earned a victory. -Yess! -Yay -We did it! -Yay -Oh yeah! -Oh good. -Wanna go again? -No! -You know what I'm gonna do? -I'm gonna put on my victory helmet. -Oh, you look like a robot!
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-I'm irrespinsible mom. -I thought I should be in this song. -He rides a bike with our son. -Don't wanna fight for custody.
-I'm kinda glad when he's gone. -I got to kids of my own. -And killing us would be wrong. -Unless it happens out of frame. -Whoa! -Good one son! -Aargh!
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