This is the end of the line for me.
Too much talking.
Tired of talking.
Too much sleeping.
Tired of sleeping.
I'm gonna be going away.
Try to find me.
I'm never coming back.
I'm trying to hide me.
Consider this goodbye.
This is the end.
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