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Be grateful of what you got |
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well I am not. |
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Here I am, locked myself in the basement. |
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Smashing spiders up against the wall. |
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I am creating amazing science experiments with jealously. |
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They have more feet than what I could ever fill. |
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I will cut my lips on a Minnesota license plate, |
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Just to draw you in, |
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Just to let you know the route to my vien. |
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Prepare for your first winter! |
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Throw on your coat and hope for months of snow. |
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The bliss is far too bold |
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For this heart to hold alone |
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I'm on my own and I'm still scared. |
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Throwing up no throw up |
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because dry heaving in the new black. |
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My throats a desert as I see my words |
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clogging up the bath tub, |
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With each and every letter that I should have said. |
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Combined to make perfect sense. |
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I am wide awake and it is past my bedtime, |
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I'm busy flipping nickels and dimes in the wishing well along the lakeside. |
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I will be brave all summer long because I got guts. |
