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Your mouth like groundhog day,            ever repeating the same melody sang out of tune.    But I'm the Bill Murray learning that every time has to be different           or you just living your weak dreams. Your just a lame re-run cancelled after           the second episode, but you think you famous cos people recognise you for the wrong reasons. Laughing behind your back.        Your girl has had more rubber in her than burnt out tires on the street. Telling you she was saving it for you,    should've  been a used car salesman.    lying about how many miles                                    she'd already done. Ok off subject,   You were yesterday never today..   Always thinking you a star,           but you shooting across my atmosphere. And I'm burning you up. Ye bright for a moment,                  then you just nothing. But ash that I flick off my shoulder.   You dropped and nothing is going to bring you back. As you mouths living          a groundhog day.                                         Learning nothing, but that I'm already on tomorrow, why your mouth living the same *** day.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC
Bill Murray
Your mouth like groundhog day,            ever repeating the same melody sang out of tune.    But I'm the Bill Murray learning that every time has to be different           or you just living your weak dreams. Your just a lame re-run cancelled after           the second episode, but you think you famous cos people recognise you for the wrong reasons. Laughing behind your back.        Your girl has had more rubber in her than burnt out tires on the street. Telling you she was saving it for you,    should've  been a used car salesman.    lying about how many miles                                    she'd already done. Ok off subject,   You were yesterday never today..   Always thinking you a star,           but you shooting across my atmosphere. And I'm burning you up. Ye bright for a moment,                  then you just nothing. But ash that I flick off my shoulder.   You dropped and nothing is going to bring you back. As you mouths living          a groundhog day.                                         Learning nothing, but that I'm already on tomorrow, why your mouth living the same *** day.
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Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC
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