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Yo, from bed-bound blues to weekend views, I’m back on track,
Fought off them germs like Rocky—now watch me attack!
Fever broke like records when I hit that high note,
Feeling extra fly, man, I’m back on my throne, you just a footnote!
I’m dancing in sunshine while you’re stuck in the shade,
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