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May 2018
I have a temper
I'm not a toy
I don't get redder
When I destroy
I just start grinning
When I have fuel
Maybe it's sinning
When I get cruel
Not that I'm petty
Though that I am
Shootout confetti
Your chance to scram
Cause I'm distracted
I've lost my rage
I've been contacted
Now sleep by Sage
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