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"Good Grief"
Since I'm putting down all of the true things around
but I like it
I handed down the crown, given the jewels
and the answers of may
The thought of being ousted comes and goes
when I think about it the wind blows, I hate it

Run me out of town, somewhere a move
might intended a gown at
Pissed at all the bowels, always the
blues and a delicate smile
Missed all of the sideways, gull and noun
chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around, I hate it

Good grief