I don’t like saying slaying
To me it seems profane
But I’m speaking the language of my friends
Ones with cool words
Who’ve been around that bend
And know of those burns
They don’t cover up, blubbering on
But it’s a phenomenon, a loving song
So I speak their language
The language of knowing the pages
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
I don’t like saying slaying
To me it seems profane
But I’m speaking the language of my friends
Ones with cool words
Who’ve been around that bend
And know of those burns
They don’t cover up, blubbering on
But it’s a phenomenon, a loving song
So I speak their language
The language of knowing the pages
My friends that are the color yellow mean a lot to me.
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