Here’s no exaction, just pantophagy. But I don’t care I should imagine The point of view of pompous turkeys, Their sham ideals are too much crooked. They’re blind of lead and hard dry shuffle. Crisp lobotomy can’t solve this trouble. Let themselves go and add the fuel on flames And watch the falsity of facts and names.
I don’t get another Portion of happiness.[2x] Better than nothing’s lack. [2x]
My whole existence is like frustration, I don’t live up to your expectations. One for all, but not the all for one. Debug all things that you have done. And it’s to difficult to discern Who pretends now and who concerns. It doesn’t become to change the temper. Look the edges swap places with center. With the center, with the center
I don’t get another Portion of happiness.[2x] Better than nothing’s lack. [2x]
I don’t get another Portion of happiness.[2x] Better than nothing’s lack. [2x]