And the week never starts around here
I'll raise my cider and you'll raise your beer...
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An enquiry into modern romance, postmodern humour, technological dependency, bourlesque, early morning or late night states, and, above all, the one truth that is the Internet.
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*Raises cider and beer*
To Elle, to make her feel better:
Girl in the snow, where do you go
To find someone who will do?
To tell someone all the truth before it kills you
They listen to your crazy laugh
Before you hang a right
And disappear from sight
What do they know anyway?
You'll read it in a book
What do they know anyway?
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