Silent Night Comments

Oh silent night. Hear the asphalt dropp under your feet. See the Crooked Cops haunting every street, in the Silent Night.

Now divorce or marriage, I can't tell the difference anymore. Might as well leave my keys by the bedroom door. Might as well call it sacred, might as well call it a rhyme. But I'm glad you made it, kid your right on time, in the Silent Night.
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