I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!

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substitution mass confusion clouds inside your head

i can’t feel this way much longer expecting to survive
with all these hidden innuendoes just waiting to arrive
it’s such a wavy midnight and you slip into insane
electric angel rock and roller i hear what you’re playing
it’s an orangey sky
always it’s some other guy
it’s just a broken lullaby
bye bye love
bye bye love
bye bye love
bye bye love