.Karen blows the smoke across the table
To the seat I'm in
And blood is passed around in glasses
â??Vintage year' she says again
As I sit here choking on my food
Like words we've swallowed deep inside
Well there's a polka-dotted dog
Who keeps barking as the ca.
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