Dabbled in reliability, but I'm not sure that I'm cut out for it yet. Anytime you need me just use your telescope. It's where my mind has been wandering.
I remember that night in New York City that I spent sleeping in Pamela Court dreaming of you.
You asked if I wanted to get coffee and I told you that I've only got a taste for regret. Now sugar up and let's go.
The answer is somewhere in the irony. The way that the prettiest colors of sunset are really just the prismatic effect of light passing through pollution.
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