I reckon getting hammered is the right
idea for every other Friday night.
Now I’m pissed and sitting in the rain,
longing for an orange sun again.
And, look, I see a pattern in the stars,
turning and spinning on some axis there.
Ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar-ar -- Aaaarrrgggggggghhhvv!
Better! There we are, a truth, my love.
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