i have no food in my apartment.
i have resorted to desperate measures.
i'm not going to tell you what they are.
OH MY GOD I HAVE LEFTOVER SWEET TEA FROM JIMMY JOHNS
THE DAY IS SAVED
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I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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desperate measures =
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MRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAWR
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