It's been a good year, a good new beginning.
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I'm through with the old school so let's commence the winning.
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I've been a good little worker bee.
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I deserve a gold star.
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Gone are the glad hands, the black holes and liars,
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the constant companions, obnoxious suppliers.
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Carnivore kings milking holiday sins,
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comas and cashmere.
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It went from no good to fucked up and over.
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a total distortion of lifelong disorders,
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barreling headfirst through fresh open wounds.
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This, I was not used to.
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Now that my words don't quite do what they should,
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now that old wounds are resurfacing too,
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it makes me feel golden.
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It makes me feel good
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It's been a good year, a good new beginning.
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I'm through with the old school so let's commence the winning
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I've been a good little worker bee.
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I deserve a gold star.
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A gold star.
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I deserve a gold star today.
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Worker Bee
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| Motion City Soundtrack |
