Where you goin', huh, huh? When you leavin'? I won't tell no one, I promise [where did I put Julian Assange's cell number?], cross my heart!
Where you goin', huh, huh? When you leavin'? I won't tell no one, I promise [where did I put Julian Assange's cell number?], cross my heart!
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
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