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I'm not hugging you no more |
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Because you hug back like a cactus |
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Out come rosy-red cheeks like springing leaks. |
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So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. |
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So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. |
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So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. |
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So, shuffle, sway, pick up things and look underneath them. |
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Trail off and disappear. |
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Kids grow up and they all have one |
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Suburban folk-lore. Legend of failure. |
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A diamond in the rough polished up to be an immaculate piece of shit. |
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I hope you make it. |
