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Sep 2023
Who cares how well you can play your instrument,
You're full of yourself and it's not that impressive
The universe lined up for you and not me
You don't make me melt, and I won't worship you

No I don't worship you
Why not me?
Stop
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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