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They’re writing songs of love but not for me
A lucky star’s above but not for me
With love to lead the way
I’ve found more clouds of grey
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall, and get that way
Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day...
Someone at work has a big mic with a pop filter and everyone is trying to ask if they are a streamer
We are forming a Delinquent Gang. Delinquent!Laksa can’t choose a hair colour so he keeps dyeing.