What a tragedy, the people we meet are not perfect, and for some
Strange reason we get to feelin...Bad about It... take pills and Feel
Sad about It.. can't get to...Mad about It.... but can't
be to...Glad about It.
Than I drink a beer and wipe my Mouth and get Loud about It.
than...Shout about It... and so I'll be...Out about It! ! ! ! !
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