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I'm not sure about the state of everything
It is unerving
With all these people getting everything they want
Without deserving
But we could talk about my issues for a hundred days
What's the point of to fix them, there are a thousand ways
Say you love me, say you love my little instances of shame
I'm not sure about the state of everything
It is unerving
With all these people getting everything they want
Without deserving
But we could talk about my issues for a hundred days
What's the point of to fix them, there are a thousand ways
Say you love me, say you love my little instances of shame
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Come one, come all to see the boy who's only good at music
I hope the penny that you pay will help you find it pleasurable and amusing
We could sit here and talk of my issues for a hundred days
What's the point of to fix them, there are a hundred ways
Say you love me, say you love my little instances of shame