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I don’t mind your F-bombs, In fact, I kinda like ‘em. I just want my autonomy back, And I don’t know where that came from. Is she hiding inside your closet? I’ll tell ya a secret: I don’t wanna hold onto An institution, in which, I have been stolen from; I just want a refund. Oh—how did I become “the needy”; Maybe you would know? I am going by so little; I had just wanted you to know. “Papa, I’m a millionaire”, Did the one-hit-wonder go through it, too? ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:46 PM UTC
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I don’t mind your F-bombs, In fact, I kinda like ‘em. I just want my autonomy back, And I don’t know where that came from. Is she hiding inside your closet? I’ll tell ya a secret: I don’t wanna hold onto An institution, in which, I have been stolen from; I just want a refund. Oh—how did I become “the needy”; Maybe you would know? I am going by so little; I had just wanted you to know. “Papa, I’m a millionaire”, Did the one-hit-wonder go through it, too? ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 29, 2026 at 9:46 PM UTC
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