OK, he said, the door bangs shut
OK, I’m OK I think
This room is OK, but there’s no way out
But that’s OK I suppose
I try to make the best of OK
But OK is not always alright
OK can be a lot of things
But I suppose that’s OK tonight
The TV, the radio, I suppose they’re alright
These walls aren’t [...]
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