Chop

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I have all my fingers, and the knife goes chop, chop, chop. If I miss the spaces, my fingers will fall off. Oh, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop I'm picking up the speed. If I miss the spaces, my fingers will start to bleed.

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