​what’s the earliest bill murray has ever gotten drunk? (ft. the fishermen narcs) [end credit remix]

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She's not evil, she's a corporate mass surrounded Doing what she is demanded on the moon Lovely flowers, spinning circles in her iris Whispers something that's just too good to be true Tell me more Then you're gone Porcelain goddess, run your fingers through my long hair Dull my senses 'til I don't care what is true She's not evil, just a little bit misguided Give her time, she'll be excited that it's through Life's a chore Then you're gone