pallbearers in heavy weather how the guilty put themselves to work less common to see the patterns in the timing of the universe oh my sweet lucretia why won t you believe me oh you know i really need you why won t you believe me i hate these sure footed doctors he won t help me yes i know his kind all bootstraps and how s your mother never loved a moment of his life oh my sweet lucretia why won t you believe me oh you know i really need you why won t you believe me terrified of the postman and the electrical service tide roll out tide roll back in this time a wave is coming
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