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I pulled for a feedbag.
I of you, it wasn't bad.
You had and drive,
and you arrived at time,
to find they wiped the bar.
And they you a bed,
laid head to rest and left you tried and true again.
You may be proud, man,as it was wishful thought.
I would imagine you off, I'd see you again.
We could sit down and a moment
to talk your suicide.
And I would put away death
if you could put the dope.
And all our enemies,
there's no time for you to know them
and their mind disease,
but hopeless fools, they be missing you.
I over for nostalgia.
I of suffering the joke.
No one the punchline,
no is here.
I couldn't the view,
and it's drawn to you.
Waiting on the new but this story
has no end, as we driving.