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I am a wreck but
I’ll turn around.
The attic is flooded
But it’s dry on the ground.
The chords are distended
But the rhythm is sound.
See change in myself but
Still I propound:
Running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I‘ll turn to something else.
Running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I‘ll turn to something else.
Pages are turning
Retention is high.
Eyes without baggage
And meat on the thighs.
Libido is resting
But for now I don’t mind
She change in myself but
What about I:
Am running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I‘ll turn to something else.
Running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I’m too, too in love with myself.
Running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I‘ll turn to something else.
Running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I’m too, too in love with myself.
I’ll turn around.
The attic is flooded
But it’s dry on the ground.
The chords are distended
But the rhythm is sound.
See change in myself but
Still I propound:
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I‘ll turn to something else.
Running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I‘ll turn to something else.
Retention is high.
Eyes without baggage
And meat on the thighs.
Libido is resting
But for now I don’t mind
She change in myself but
What about I:
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I‘ll turn to something else.
Running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I’m too, too in love with myself.
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I‘ll turn to something else.
Running though the clubs
I thought I controlled myself.
I guess I’m too, too in love with myself.
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