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road (Taking his bag) This weighs a ton Travel's a curse But here we strive To lighten your purse Here the goose is cooked Here the fat is fried And
from the road This weighs a ton Travel's a curse But here we strive To lighten your purse Here the goose is cooked Here the fat is fried And nothing's
Did you bring the money? [Amos Hart] I didn't do as well as I hoped. But, I will, Mr. Flynn. I will. [Billy Flynn] This is only a thousand. [Amos Hart
(Taking his bag) This weighs a ton Travel's a curse But here we strive To lighten your purse Here the goose is cooked Here the fat is fried And nothing
