​Fucking film noir life, 
Where were you hiding before this plight?
You rob me, rend me, turn hope into strife. 
Somehow I feel like you will never leave my side,
Thorn of mine, 
Barbed twine,
Wretched wine. 
I hope you die,
Fucking film noir life.

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