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Are you ready for bad poem? One off key anthem Let your teeth in me as I was not as I am And I said "I'll in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead," I kept wishing she had ambition and she'd let it go to my head
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We're all fighting old We're all growing old In the Of a few more To get on St. list But you to lower your standards 'Cause never Getting any better than
We are professional of roses This kerosene's You settled your This is where you come to beg, unborn and Killing fields of fire to a congress of is what we do, we nightmare you
I'm about to make the sweat backwards And your heart in reverse Our guts can't be As as a little white church in the middle of the desert Getting But I'll your heart served up two ways I a bitter song I'm the lonelier of you I just don't know I went wrong
Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey If my love is a There's no guessing when I say Rat a tat tat Rat a tat tat tat hey If my heart is a You the pin and say
We're all growing old We're all growing old In the Of a few minutes To get on St. Peter's But you need to lower standards 'Cause never Getting any than this
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sick and she's wrong She's young blonde And you sink inside her like a suicide He "I've seen bigger" She "I've lit better" And they the matches down into the glitter Not a dry eye in the house Go boy, go boy, run for life Go boy, go boy, run for life Go boy, go boy, run for life
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Are you for another bad poem?