Bark at the branch, and stick it to the man. Flavor for a friend, wherever ya been? Long overdo, and trying to the true. Say, whoever knew? The news is blue. Most days are mostly the same, and I can’t remember their names; I can’t remember anything. Can’t quit coughing, slow to soften, lights less often: stay when your wanted, or say what you wanted to know–say what you wanted, or stay when you’re wanted to go. If you’re a loser, I guess I’m losing it all (a lot like a loser that’s no good at losing at all).
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