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She shed tears by a dying stray cat

While holding her phone with one hand

She’s a utter shooter

She’s a utter shooter

He prayed for the scene of the accident

While holding his phone with one hand

He’s a utter shooter

He’s a utter shooter

I don't know what we were losing

But we surely have more to get

And yet we seem to get strange and strange by degrees

And after all, we can't stop still shooting something

In making love, a man whispered, “I love you”

While holding his phone with one hand

He’s a utter shooter

He’s a utter shooter

I don't know what we were losing

But we surely have more to get

And yet we seem to get strange and strange by degrees

And after all, we can't stop still shooting something

And yet we seem to get strange and strange by degrees

And after all, we can't stop still shooting something