Lend my ears, destination
A lonely conversation
Am the truth, live a
look at thay old man, without a cane
should I help
You ask me a question
Who am I to give
I thought wayne was punk rock
Stupid hippie fuck
At least now
The have's the have not'sThe don't cares, the don't wanna'sThe
Aliens threw me aroundThe ship for a whileThey stabbed at
To all the rats in the S&M dens,And the little
It's stupidly clearAnd thankfully realIt's not that hypothetical talk always
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