Pack away the flutes, can't hear them anymore. Springtime. Exit. Just ricochets. You didn't say hi last week. I didn't say hi last week. Ed thought we were too shy, just geeks. He worked with Kinski, did stuff for Schimanski. We were just stoked. Minus the man, minus the man. Turn of the tides. We were just stoked. Would you please sign my shirt?
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