It's the game of roses, but we're doing the game of roses.

This is the game of roses.

We're doing the game of roses.

When the pandemic started, I was feeling blue.

I missed the outside world and didn't know what to do.

When they postponed the bachelor's red, I lost my mind.

How dare they fuck with the last vestige of normal times?

Then I found paste-cased and bachelor clues and weekly creatures.

It was straight up serotonin coming.

There might be cursed talk and readcaps on Tuesday.

That's we play by play.

Thursday screams from the pick and then rescare me away.

Cause I've been glorified.

I've tumbled into the pit.

I've never felt more alive.

Cause I've been glorified.

And this professional era, everything's fair game.

But it would make clues as year to see a unity play.

There's no end to the trade's producers.

Pull out their hat, promoting racist misogynists.

And men like that.

Now give us the tinctaves, your fucking cowards.

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