We drowned Europe and it feels great. London's nicer now it's a swamp. Heat is rushing up through my veins. Can't tell what is real and what's Triassic. Life's more fun now we don't work. Just float around and loot the dead. Heat is rushing up into my brain. Don't care what is real and what's Triassic. A cop pursues. We don't mind. It's always good to have a fan. Get the jetskis to Piccadilly. We'll swim in whatever's left of the Ritz. You just have to know how to have fun.
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