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IT'S OKAY, TO ROB A DEAD MAN'S GRAVE.

 I GUESS THAT'S OKAY. YOUR QUARTERBACK DIED TODAY

 PLASTER YOUR FACE ON CLOTHES; INCREASE IN EXPONENTIAL GROWTH.

 BUT THAT'S ALL OKAY. AS YOUR BEST FRIEND HAS DIED TODAY

 MAKE ALL THE DEAD MEMORIES LAST; HAVE A BLAST.

 AS HE WON'T COME BACK. YOUR BODY AND MIND HAVE CRACKED

 AN IMAGE IN YOUR HEAD, SAYS LET'S MAKE A PROFIT WE

 WON'T FORGET.

 AND MAKE ALL THE PEOPLE TEAR AND CRY, WHILE WE JUST FEED THEM LIES.

 BUT THAT'S ALL OKAY. YOUR POSTER BOY DIED TODAY

 THEY GIVE IN TO SUCH WONDERFUL SIN

 AND THAT'S ALL OKAY. YOU DIED INSIDE TODAY