My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all.
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all.
And even if I could it'd all be grey, with your picture on my wall.
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

 

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Yo, bros! Just call me Stan.

 

Poisto poisto poisto.Vihaan.

 

I'm not Okay. (I promise.)