I will sing my tunes
Everyday, everynight
My way
No, no, I am not
Knowledgeable, educated
With this plight
Go ahead, call me ignorant
Call me an idiot
I will forge forward
Fleeting least
Into this night
I may sing an unlikely tune
Unrealistic, untrue
Only for you
My pointdexter minded friends
So come sit beside me
Giude me
Do not despise me
For I'm in you
You in me
Graciously
A classic
Without
Tyrrany
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