Oh my God... Is that you Dad??? You finally came home from the supermarket after all these years... What do you mean there was no supermarket? Jail? Really? *Rambles aimlessly for further 6594 words culminating in the death of several pigeons*
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We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sell,
Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell.
Into the ear of every anarchist that sleeps, but doesn't dream,
We must sing
We must sing
We must sing
I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN DEATH AND GLORY....
And Im so clever But clever ain't wise
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