Tucker and Brownstein, still MacFarlane, back then, what they said. Back in ninety-six, got it jotted down. Simple, neat and clean, but it's still the same. Good things won't stay, bad things won't change. So what you said last week on the way back home seemed like some old tape from a long time ago. It won't be allright, what you said. It won't be okay, what you said.
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