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

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oh my my, oh hell yes


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God Bless Us Everyone

We’re a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can’t be outfought
It can’t be outdone
It can’t be outmatched
It can’t be outrun

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I haven’t slept in what seems like a century and now I can barely breathe

Just like a crow chasing the butterfly dandelions lost in the summer sky
When you and I were getting high as outer space
I never thought you’d slip away I guess I was just a little too late

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Make up your mind and I’ll make up mine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine!

Those words that you said to me, why wasn’t I listening?

and do this for the last time, and do this for the last time, and do this for the last time