Right wing, wrong way out of a big mess and I'm stressing out over information learned on air. I'm taking very good care of the people and the places I love. We are in bed with the one. Channel the money and run. Documents destroyed and the public isn't raising questions. I think I have the answer. It's got a mile to reach the tip of my tongue and I'm sleeping just to dream. A victory. It's bittersweet. I'm making plans on my own. Rocket makers open shop. Build a bridge, the key to globalization. Rocket ships are so much fun. Now I think I'm giving up. Left wing, write me a proposition. Write me just a little more than a punchline, out line in. Have a glass of good gin and listen to the music as it plays.
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