They say that life often imitates art. It's true. Just last Tuesday I was looking at a blank sheet of white paper. Then I looked outside and it looked exactly the same as the paper. Jeez, I'm getting tired of the snow.
It’s cold outside, there’s no kind of atmosphere,
I’m all along, more or less.
Let me fly, far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun, in
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