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Sing us a song you're the pianoman. Sing us a song tonight, for we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feeling all
depressed. Honestly, after hearing that, I just want to slit my wrists and cry
:"Help, i do not wish to die yet...!"
i still have so many more years of this wonderful life to live and it can't possibly be the end of it...help me...
help me... god, it was like that bit at the end of the original version of The Fly, except instead of being attacked by a giant spider, I was
trying to run away from it.
