I was supposed to meet Mr. Sunshine once, but my alarm didn't go off. It's just as well. His suface temperature of 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit killed everyone within a 25 million mile radius.
If there's one thing I have said,
is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed.
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door,
it's been the worst day since yesterday
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