Here it is: May 21. The end of the world.
Here I am: all alone. Where in hell is everybody else?
There, I guess. Most of them deserved it.
Never thought I was that good, frankly,
but I'm not going to pretend to be Job.
Nobody likes a complainer. Not even God.
I wonder whether the newspaper carrier
was left behind, too, or whether he will bring the paper.
Here I am: all alone. Where in hell is everybody else?
There, I guess. Most of them deserved it.
Never thought I was that good, frankly,
but I'm not going to pretend to be Job.
Nobody likes a complainer. Not even God.
I wonder whether the newspaper carrier
was left behind, too, or whether he will bring the paper.
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