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I don't talk about it,
or get it off my back.
I wanna dance around the subject,
you and I both know than that.
I tried to the best of it,
but in the end it really mean much.
Leave me with a fiddle, by the piano,
in the dust.

My dog died.
"When you six!"
Really? I guess I've never over it.
cloud constantly hovering over me.
I've a bad seed ever since the ovaries.
Momma looked at me and told me it was,
said boy's got a big enough to block the sun.
When all said and done, I'm comfortable and numb
to the fact that I'm sweating under the gun.
But it's worth it, ain't it? My friends I'm famous.
My manager to put his foot inside of my anus.
got a decent night's sleep now in ages
and all I got to show is loose-leaf pages.
It piles up but that's the life that I'm to,
up against the knife with a loose screw.
Sing the blues and everybody you could use
a little old-fashioned, down home to.

I don't wanna talk it,
or get it off my back.
I don't wanna around the subject,
you and I both know better that.
I to make the best of it,
but in the end it didn't really much.
me with a fiddle, sitting by the piano,
in the dust.

My broke.
"You the bus!"
it never showed up and it really sucked.
Storm water filling my cup.
Been a hot ever since I was just a pup.
looked at me and told me what it is,
said got a weight on his shoulders no one can lift.
Tried a couple times and honestly I admit a bitch,
but I of appreciate what it did cause it's worth it.
Yeah? The world gets a but my girl's telling me I
could benefit a quack.
Haven't got a moment in forever-and-a-half, and they wonder why I'm drinking like a in a crashed ship.
it, no more no less.
You should to be as comfortable with your mess.
the blues and everybody expects they could be the one to save you from the depths.

I don't talk about it,
or get it off my back.
I don't wanna dance the subject,
you and I both know than that.
I to make the best of it,
but in the end it really mean much.
Leave me a fiddle, sitting by the piano,
in the dust.