They've gone and left me for her other way.
It's gone.
It don't make sense to me.
I see it shine.
I see it stare.
In my hand.
Let the glory boy of Mr. Henry have it on rye.
Keep us insane.
Feel it.
Teeny hate.
You should've known you could have rested on me.
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