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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 wiped down the bar.
And they you a bed,
laid your head to rest and you tried and true again.
You may be proud, man,as it was wishful thought.
I would you off, maybe I'd see you again.
We sit down and have a moment
to about your suicide.
And I would put away death
if you put away the dope.
And all our enemies,
there's no time for you to know them
and their crooked disease,
but hopeless fools, they will be 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 then story
has no end, as we driving.