Shall I be released? The answer doesn't seem to be blowing in the wind, Bob. But don't think twice, it's all right. It ain't me, we already know. And there's no need to worries, it's all over now, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I know that there is no place I'm going to, but you don't have to play it, Sam. Why wait any longer? You don't have to lay, lady, you don't have to stay. Nobody feels any pain 'cause this is not for real. These are just a few words I've put together after crossing the bridge sleepy listening songs like just like a woman.
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