Before the morons where born,
way before VCR’s came and where gone,
I was dreaming of love,
then I discover,
the dirty little secrets,
in a hush voice,
you will die and end here,
only fools know love,
Gods are just here to view empires,
upon there thorny thrones,
no one knows who will come after,
so just put on more paste,
from you lips stick case,
I don’t promise I will out last you,
dammed if I do,
dammed if I don’t,
but I’m gone ask her,
one more time and then a other,
black eye but I asked her.
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