"Love gives you wings. It makes you fly. I don't even call it love. I call it Geronimo."
Jerry Fletcher, Conspiracy Theory
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Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late. Found my coat and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat. Found my way upstairs and had a smoke, and somebody spoke and I went into a dream...
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