Bring the ulcers, bring the smog, cue the alienation, start this song. I'll tear this rust out with my bare hands, I'll rip this cancer out with my teeth. Instead we wander around full of coffee and self-pity. Cue the conversation. I can't have sleep be the best part of my day.

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