When you write, you're right,
and you're right!
What point does it make at this difference?
There's a stain on the fortune
and the cookie doesn't taste right.
Write!?
What a wonderful night to go bleeding, my dear,
throw me in head first, I came out
that way, anyway. The leaves are getting
in my mouth and I'm getting left
behind, written inside
a vacuum, life sucks, baby,
it sucks!
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