You said I was crazy. Oh, honey, for the sakof profit, who wouldn’t be crazy. The crazy feast starts at night when the lights are flickering and the money is drunk. Who’s the hunter? Who’s the prey again? Not known yet. The world’s beacon will always shine, and America’s glory will never end. Lose yourself in benefits? But how do you know I’m not falling for it? Long live the United States of America.

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