like a long running lazy scripted soap,
aired for the last time,
to many deaths, affairs, and fights,
so many drunken tearful, nights,
splitting up, getting back together,
splitting up, getting back together,
we have finally bored everyone,
and have parted at last,
both waiting for a new script,
hopefully on seperate screens
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