They call it Sunday, but it's really Thursday.

They call it papers, but it's a new sheet.

It's no more the news and this song is a song.

But at least we have the correction.

All right, my levels apparently weren't great last week.

We got a little feedback.

There were too hot.

I think I was cold.

I can't remember.

I sent it on to John, but I'm sure he'll figure it out.

He's from England.

Why do we give people from England more credit

for being smarter than us because they have an accent?

I think it says more about you than John.

Clapping in in five, four.

There it is.

Three, two, one.

Oh, a perfect every time.

Everything in my headphones and read all about it.

Read all about it.

Yeah.

Coming alive, both of us in Los Angeles for a change.

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