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[aid] => mick
[title] => Solo amongst billions.
[time] => 2014-01-07 22:29:38
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[bodytext] => If anything,
I have grown ever more the cynic,
Convinced I'm alone in a world of petty stuff,
Now come on...
Oh, smile up a storm, oh come on in...
The world is seventeen, oh come on in...
I'll save you a good seat.
It's insane, yeah.
In this cruel world.
It's bitter, yeah.
In this cesspool.
It's insane, yeah.
In this cruel world.
It's bitter, yeah.
In this cesspool.
I've come in on a wake, and I'm leaving on the early train.
I've come in on a wake, and it's out with the cruel faces.
I've come in on a wake, and I'm leaving on the early train.
I've come in on a wake, and it's out with the cruel faces, out.
Out with the mourning faces, out.
Out with the moody faces, out.
Out with the lousy faces, out.
Oh, save me a good seat.
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[informant] => JimKoz
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