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If Rick didn't care what happened to me
and I didn't care what happened to him
you would zig-zag your way
through the show-less malaise
occasionally glancing up through the rain
wondering why we have no show's pla'yn
and watching for pigs on the wing
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Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down.
Think I'll lay my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground!
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