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Running around Like an idiot And everything is a catastrophe, Isn't it? No composure, no finesse All these worries you can't put to rest. I wonder how you even passed the test, How you can still wear that badge On your chest.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Mismanaged
Running around Like an idiot And everything is a catastrophe, Isn't it? No composure, no finesse All these worries you can't put to rest. I wonder how you even passed the test, How you can still wear that badge On your chest.
colette-williams
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
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