If you ask me how I knew, I saw you.
I had a bird's-eye view of a bird's-eye
view when I saw you.
I saw you not as you think,
simply just as you. I saw you
And all of this augers well
even though its presaging pell-mell.
All of it augers well.
the bastard of it being, having to choose
Then you turned all Billy Sunday, shoutin'
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