Well, sir, I owe it all to Sunday school lessons, the 3 Stooges and psychedelic drugs. This old world is full of false starts, dead end patterns and empty promises. Inside, I've got memories of banana pudding, puppy breath and that feeling that comes from slow dancing.
Don't waste your time searching for truth. Here it is.
While the saints gossip about the end, let's celebrate. It ain't ever gonna get better than this. Call someone that you need to tell that you love them. Laugh. Try to remember your first dirty joke.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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