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Dec 2018
Socially ackward me
They say I talk weird (agreed)
Common ground i found on my dead neighbors stoop
This dormant torment i allowed in my bed chamber too
Sweet dreams, Thursday's the funeral
Suit and tie, don't cry - gone now see you soon though
Wonder why, but not too long
I love you all, play this song
To remember not to forget to see
Whatever helps, helps more without me
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Backwards maybe but i won't say sorry
Last word will be yours don't worry
Hardly any reason to speak
Every time I see you I feel weak
In my knees these bees can't carry me
Unreasonable me still believes
They should
Just GS
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Just GS
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