.Coming home throw my leather jacket on the floor, drink a cup of coffee through a book...
Ooh there is no one to spit on, except the little dirty picture on the wall.
On the screen it's very hard for me to see through the haze of dying children, dying children, dying children.
Grab a pen.
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