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7d
I’m always looking for some fun
I put so much into you and I’m not talking about ***
It’s an ick for you when I call you ***
So how about I start to be more blunt?
Your anxiety in this society is frightening me
How about some variety?
Your notoriety was your propriety
Now you sit there silently
Flicking through shorts you watch piously
So where’s your vanity?
You’re my certified fantasy
It’s agony watching my majesty in travesty
I’d happily take away your stress rapidly
Candidly I can admit it’s all a tragedy.

I wanna hold on
But I can’t get a grip
Lets put a show on
Give them all a hit
I wanna go long
How ‘bout a landing strip?
You make me so strong
That’s why I’m not gonna quit
I wanna hold on
But I can’t get a grip
Lets put a show on
Give them all a hit

I know sometimes I can be a bit dumb
But when you *** I know your toes go numb
A connection via affection pun
You know how my naughty mind can run
Your anxiety is callously affecting me
You’re panicky and act angrily
I call the cavalry in agony
You are my galaxy a star tapestry
Inside a vacuum covered by a dark canopy
You’re my Cleopatra and I’m Antony
Don’t let Octavian defeat us drastically
I want your amnesty and you sexually
I won’t drop you from the balcony
It’s all a pain let’s come together like gravity.

I wanna hold on
But I can’t get a grip
Lets put a show on
Give them all a hit
I wanna go long
How ‘bout a landing strip?
You make me so strong
That’s why I’m not gonna quit
I wanna hold on
But I can’t get a grip
Lets put a show on
Give them all a hit
Bard of Blyth
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Bard of Blyth
82
   Immortality
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