That Special Miller

You can bet I've broken so many metaphorical bones,

You can bet I've collected so many cursed tokens,

You can bet I've been selected to get my head shacked, she said depression,

I said repression,

Cause denying makes the truth all the more shady,

And then I've shaken to fading on the daily,

I'm a killer of a very special Miller,

Or perhaps that was the killer of me.

Now I'm a special boy,

Taken and shaken around like a toy,

You can confirm my death with many people,

Those who build steeples and feasible sentences,

I'm a prototype of a man,

Just watch as I ran to the sand underneath the sparkling grand moon man.

Take me up into the wind,

Bring me to the sinners den,

I will take his rusted hand,

And escape without a stand.

You can bet I've murdered so many beasts,

You can bet I've ruined so many well-lit feasts,

You can bet that I've introspected, to the point where I've retrospected into the infected past,

I keep on regretting going fast,

You're stuck in my head now get out before I pluck you out,

Tuck and roll to **** at everything that I lay eyes on.

Cause denying makes the truth all the more shady,

And then I've shaken to fading on the daily,

I'm a killer of a very special Miller,

Or perhaps that was the killer of me.

Cause denying makes the truth all the more shady,

And then I've shaken to fading on the daily,

I'm a killer of a very special Miller,

Or perhaps that was the killer of me.

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