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Re: Rain.
I was walking through town today and got soaked to the bone and my suit took fucking ages to dry out. As I was walking back to the office some woman came over and asked if I would like to be the Mayor for the day. What the fuck is that about?
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I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
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