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Listen, let's... No.
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Let's go. No, no.
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I didn't know.
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Let's go home. I didn't know.
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So I buried my head in the sand and I took it and I settled!
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I settled for that shriek, those dull vacant eyes,
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the boiled cabbage stench of her.
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And why? Because this is my life!
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This is the life I picked.
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And it's fine, but you know what? It's not.
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I didn't pick this life. This is not my frakking life.
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What the hell's gotten into you?