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Are you ready for another bad One off key anthem Let teeth sink in me as I was not as I am And I "I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead," I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my
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We're all fighting old We're all fighting old In the Of a few more To get on St. Peter's But you to lower your standards 'Cause never Getting any better this
We are professional of roses This kerosene's You your score This is where you come to beg, and unshaven Killing fields of fire to a congress of This is what we do, we you
I'm about to make the roll backwards And your beat in reverse Our can't be reworked As as a little white church in the middle of the desert burned But I'll take your heart up two ways I sing a song I'm the lonelier of you I don't know where I went wrong
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We're all growing old We're all growing old In the Of a few more To get on St. Peter's But you need to your standards 'Cause never Getting any better than
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Are you for another bad poem?