All my life I've traded rubies for roosters. Why on earth would I quit now. I'm with the ones who swapped Manhattan for some glass beads. I love glass beads. I'm not like the others. Sometimes it hurts.
One time, a long time ago, a girl was in love with me. I'm pretty sure.
You can choose to be happy or you can choose to be sad. It won't change a thing, though. Not a thing. The good songs are the sad ones. I like the fast ones.
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