And GOT IT STUCK IN MY HEAD.
Self-lobotomy by axe is starting to be pretty tempting at this point. If you think that sounds extreme, you have never had to suffer your frontal lobe's putting on endless repeat Ricky Martin crooning, "Long way to Tipperary, / It's a long way to go. / Long way to Tipperary / To the sweetest girl I know. / Goodbye Piccadilly, / and farewell to Leicester Square, / Long long way to Tipperary, / But my heart lies there. / Yes, you know my heart lies there -- C'mon!"
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