Just another dead guy,
The one who won't go parties
He complains the speaker is too loud
But when he wears his headphone you could hear the music playing from a mile away ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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