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This is the 34th time I'll speak to you from the Oval Office and the last. We've been together 8 years now, and soon it'll be time for me to go. But before I do, I wanted to share some thoughts, some of which I've been saving for a long time.
It's been the honor of my life to be your President. So many of you have written the past few weeks to say thanks, but I could say as much to you. Nancy and I are grateful for the opportunity you gave us to serve.
One of the things about the Presidency is that you're always somewhat apart. You spend a lot of time going by too fast in a car someone else is driving, and seeing the people through tinted glass -- the parents holding up a child, and the wave you saw too late and couldn't return. And so many times I wanted to stop and reach out from behind the glass, and connect. Well, maybe I can do a little of that
Όταν δεν είσαι Κοντά μου σε σκέφτομαι
Είσαι στο δικό μου το μυαλό
Το ξέρεις πάντα η γλώσσα μου καίγεται
Όταν είμαστε μαζί Εμείς οι δύο
Το
Ξέρεις ότι μοιάζεις σαν το μουσακά
Μέσα σας και οι δυο σας έχετε κιμά.
Αλλά πάντα μόνο εσένα θα ζητήσω
Και
Με βλέπεις με στα μάτια και χαμογελάς
χρειάζεσαι απόψε κάτι για να φας
Ξέρεις ακριβώς τι θα ρωτήσω
Θες παστίτσιο;
Πιάσε ένα ταψί για να στο ψήσω
Βράσε μακαρόνια πρεπι ναναι Μίσκο
Βάλε μπεσαμέλ και πασαλείψτω
Κόψτο σε κομμάτια βάλτο σε ένα δίσκο
Αύριο Θα φάμε ακριβώς το ίδιo
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Carl Johnson: The K's jammed!
Big Smoke: ♥♥♥♥ it, I'm goin' through!
R.I.P Big Smoke and CJ
Come on down to Cleveland Town everyone,
under Construction since 1886
see our River that catches on Fire,
it's so polluted that all our fish have AIDS,
you see the Sun almost three times a year,
that Guy has at least 2 DUIs,
let's look like a Scooby-Doo Ghost Town,
Don't slow down in East Cleveland or you'll die,
our economy is based on Lebron James,
buy a House for the Price of a VCR,
our main Export is Crippling Depression
We're so retarded we think this is art,
it could be worse though at least we're not Detroit
WE'RE NOT DETROIT!
call me
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