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Its the sound - of contention round at our place,
cos their shaking in the hallway,
and we know he's packed a suitcase.
Its the sound - of you scoping next to me
and as they tear themselves apart
you say its better than t.v and I say...

Its the sound of confusianity.

Nie wytrzymam.
Za dużo dla mnie.
Dziękuję.
Do widzenia.