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John Vanderslice
All alone on the third floor of a second home
Do you regret all those lovely friendships you laid to rest?
No I don’t, no I really don’t
You divided every room into allies and goons
do see anything beyond a slate of pros and cons
No I don’t, no I really don’t
Build an empire, kill a marriage, snuff out your best friend
Impose your will on anything too strong to kill or neutralize
All alone on the third floor of a second home
do you remember being happy do you remember being well at all?
Yes I do, yes I really do
What do you want me to do?