"You may tire of me as our December sun is setting
'Cause I'm not who I used to be..."
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- House: How do you know she's happy? Did she tell you?
- Wilson: No, chirping birds came flying out of her butt carrying a banner.
"You may tire of me as our December sun is setting
'Cause I'm not who I used to be..."
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