P.T. close my eyes and I can seeA world

night, I lie in bedThe brightest colors fill my

stumble through your daysGot your head hung low, your

shoutingDon’t care who is listeningDon’t live here, I’m visitingTo

dayYou walk with stronger stepYou walk with longer stepThe worst

it's turned so coldCosette, it's past your bedtimeYou've played the

la la la la la la laLa la la la

strangeThis feeling that my life's begun at lastThis changeCan people

& down, look downDon't look 'em in the eyeLook

have I done, sweet Jesus?What have I done?Become a thief

You used to live in New York CityThen you moved to

I can't get no satisfactionI can't get no satisfaction'Cause I try,

MARVEL BUMPERDeadpool hums along with the Marvel bumper music.CUT TO: EXT.

saying—, you're saying you think you'd do a better

RoddyIce cold RitaNever did I meet a girl who's half so

couldn't pick a better time to start in

Once before I go, I want you to know that I

If there's anybody out around this yard who can

The Late George Woolnough worked on High Street, lived on mannersFifty-two

Everywhere I goI'm followed by a lot of peopleSuch a lot