In a boat that’s built of sticks and hay,
We drifted from the shore,
With a captain who’s too proud to say,
That he dropped the oar,
Now a tiny hole has sprung a leak,
In this cheap pontoon,
Now the hull has started growing weak,
And we’re gonna be sinkin’ soon.

We’re gonna be
Sinkin’ soon,
We’re gonna be
Sinkin’ soon,
Everybody hold your breath ’cause,
We’re gonna be sinkin’ soon

Today I swam through the oceans of bad air and bad breathe, coming down to the shore with a wet hair, realizing that I have no newspaper to read, so I continued my hardest sudoku until the end of free time ready to go jail once and again. Pump pump pump… work it out…. Pump pump pump… work it. Once a day I’ve arrived at steaming air and greedy merchants, I bought stuff you bought stuff, we all bought some stuff and stuffed ourselves till we’re full. Pump pump pump… work it work it… Pump pump pump, I work as hard as I could. Until the sun has set the rain has come, I packed my bags and I sailed through oceans of rain and evaporating mood, turning a blind head into notorious spaces with 2 tickets of promise, changed the look of tiresome and returned to HEA. Come now, come up with my dinner and a nice song called As.

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