"Where in the world is Carmen?" Sandy Diego asked, as she slowly crept inch by inch closer to the edge of the cliff, threatening to undo all of her father's hard work. Oh I was born under a wanderers scarf, it is true, but lately, the way things been going, they're gonna crown o' thorn me anyway, so what else can a poor boy do, but to sing in a rock and roll band. When you were young and your heat was a drunken crook, you used to say live and let fry, you know you did, you know you did, you, no you DID NOT! And I'll be the first to hang my asre out there on the line fer ye Pops! Does anyone know where the love of God goes, when the gales of November come early?
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