Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Yellow livered monkeys will someday rule the world. Mate.
Me
Me
Me
What is Me?
Who am I?
Who are you, for that matter?
Why are we here?
What is the point?
Where is the point?
Who is the point?
What is a point?
A pointed pencil
A sharpened stake
A wooden skewer
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