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Shit. What else can I tell you? I got blocks six through twenty of forged inverted Jennys. They'll fetch me plenty if I try. I made minor mutilations to the top-right Perforations. It's still worth a fortune to the FBI If I can fetch them in Detroit and the Rest I've been destroying. It's not about the money, it's the filthy little Joy to catch me in June and I'll be Out by July. Just when the postmaster general thinks he's got me In the crosshairs. He's bought the fake that means He'll nail me dead to rights. But I glance through the cracks in your fingers Like the devil may care. Can't tell me that those thinning blacks, they won't Be turning dark tonight. Once I met this nice guy, two rolls of Mint condition. Against his father's wishes, I took the whole collection. But printed upside down. Well, thanks to me they won't be found. And some of my best work, and don't they Look so pretty now. Just when the postmaster general thinks he's got me In the crosshairs. He's bought the fake that means he'll nail me Dead to rights. But I glance through the cracks In your fingers like the devil may care. Can't tell me that those thinning blacks, they won't Be turning dark tonight. The closer you look, the less you see. The more you don't know, you can't hurt me. Normal's just a cycle on a washing machine. And my heart's just a money-laundering scheme. It's just that's left to Kill us all. We shouldn't seek or tell 'cause everyone loves Themselves. The The biggest biggest gamble gamble You can you take. can take Friends brings mean Me nothing nothing in this in this game. Game. Chance for your donation. Time to get a stronger save. Just when the Postmaster General thinks he's got me In the crosshairs. You spot the fake, That means you nailed me dead to rights. But I've glared through the cracks in your fingers Like the devil may care. Can't tell it back, those pretty blacks, they won't Be turning down Just when the Postmaster General Thinks he's got me in the crosshairs. You spot the fake, that means you nailed me Dead to rights. But I've glared through the cracks In your fingers like the devil may care. Can't tell it back, those pretty blacks, they won't Be turning down tonight. They won't be turning down tonight. They won't be turning down Tonight