.Flattered by your wish to kill me,
I push pixels on and out.
I blush at your request to kill me.
This thank-you note is for faking it.
We're working in a coma for a cheque and a chance.
We're sleeping in a panic with the pixels and ads.
Oh, demands.
Dance or hang it up.
We're.
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