Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next mealHow does it feel, how does it feel? To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, to be the last one to post
You had the Dom Perignon in your hand and a spoon up your nose and you just don't remember not being last, so go cry in your coffee but don't come Bichin to me because I am.
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