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After the ecstasy, the laundry.

Name:
The Cat Whisperer
So take that look out of here, it doesn't fit you.
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded.
Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming.
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted.
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered.


-- Big Country, 'In a Big Country'

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