.I must not do this thing,
I'll wreck my social life,
They'll disinfect my chair
And claim some uncivil rights.
They'll say you son of a gun,
Old lovers pleading.
Why?
I'll say go and ask your friend the hack
He's putting straight the record track,
Here comes.
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