Sick of it. Stupid games. I'm not your toy, your plaything. You had
Your time. I gave you your chances. You can't manipulate me anymore
Not now. Anyway, what's that bloody noise? Hello? Stop banging
It's late! Bloody immigrants, bloody terrorists, bloody... bloody
Freezing in here. I bet if I blew... Yeah, condensation on my breath
I should take a photo of that. I'll show the lot of 'em, the council
Stupid politicians. When the papers see, then they'll all be out
Scandalous. Can't treat an old man like that. I'm old, cold, old and
Cold, rotting in mold, boldly listening to stories untold, with no
Songs to sing and no one to hold. No songs to sing. Perhaps another
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