I love every second Tuesday...
I pour it out and there is an almost academic wisdom on the other end making me believe...
Take this job for instance...they feed me flies and tell its caviar...happily i oblige...
And then i wake up and still i'm breathing the poisonous air of sulfur...
Am i sure that the ends justify the means?
OR AM I JUST CRYING CROCODILE TEARS? it is hard...unappreciation...
Foda-se a politica de escritorio...Ou sou so eu a chorar lagrimas de crocodilo?
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