But I am wasteful with my time lord. Oh how I let things dangle. And as I sit naked on this leather chair in Weed California, most of the story has already passed by. It is late here, so the rest will wait. But I will tell you the end: All Roads Lead to Pizza Factory.
Lie - Not the end at all. The snow will keep things interesting tomorrow. They never talk about snow in California. It must be a sign from America. Oh U.S. of A, I hear your voice on the wind. Shut up, I am trying to sleep.
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