I've got a story for you a tale of trendy trash
I forgot you know the ending well you
Fucking wrote it
And you think we don't see it your constant
Hit-parading I'd like to find your
Pressure point and push you down
You think we are all too dumb to pick apart
Your bullshit song when your time is
All used up we'll be fine
It sickens me it hurts me how you've belit-
tled my dream I listen to you call it your
Fucking
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