how's your bell-curve?
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mine's right-skewed average low. very low.
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and the river - she has grown very high.
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fell from the sky.
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and i'm wasted on cancer and bible school - not like you.
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yeah, you're wasted, full and drunk from too much rain
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and pain and anger at tumors like me.
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if it would make you comfortable, i'd jump out of this tree,
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or maybe we could get married and be happy.
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these few words could be the last we ever speak.
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do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe?
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maybe you'd look at me, you'd talk to me,
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we could marry, live in this tree.
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but it's unlikely. you don't like me,
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and i don't like me, and it's unlikely.
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Caught In A Flood With The Captain Of The Cheerleading Squad
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| I Hate Myself |
