The yellow lines are beaten, so celebrate this a day we both believe.
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A warm black Wednesday sign said don't give up,
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so celebrate this day we both conceive,
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Believe it or not, this acting gem is the bad guy.
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But time is short, months are depleting, he's gonna die.
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I'm getting worse.
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Bubbles melt down the windshield, 'til you wipe it clean.
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Turn it off!
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close your eyes or turn around, just don't look at the screen!
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The huamn bird still singin', believe it or not,
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from a gem braided with beads.
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A freezing Friday said don't hurt yourself,
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but you can take this the heart I will not need.
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Not staring back into this pile of charismatic crumbs.
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The worse I get, the more normal I seem to become.
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Time Flies When You Wish You Were Dead
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| December Wolves |
