you don’t know how much i feel for you
the last one standing, when all are demanding
the normal
we differ
the last kind
of diseased mind
like two sniffers in a world without smell
i bet you can tell the school books
how to suffer, the buffer
worn out
oh lonesome George
they offered you wives and girls to play
but they just ate your salad and were
in your way
lay
down
lonesome George
it doesn’t make any sense to save yourself
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