Oh Jesus you again. And turning pornographic now. This is too much.
Sorry!
The hair is white now and the legs you’d find less tempting.
But you are her, aren’t you -
Why won’t you own up?
You have to tell me: where’s Lord Tim?
Look, I really don’t know what you’re talking about
But you’re sure as hell stuck in the past.
But you’re sure as hell stuck in the past.
That I know.
Well, get over it! What is nostalgia but one endless, pointless sigh? Our society's sick with it.
You don't understand - I'm fizzing with future.
And I don't want tomorrow to give up the ghost.
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