Bernard the Window-Man, Who Brings Us Bread.

Which he makes himself, and it's lovely

I hate the stupid teachers, I hate having to get good grades, I hate the reliance on good exam results,

That's why we like Bernard, because of his bread, I've only ever spoken to him once.He doesn't mind, he wants us to buy his windows.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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