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A little paint still makes me glad
For all the friends I never had
I curse my dreams cause I must sleep
I love the ones I cannot keep
Should I shouldn't I pretend
My time won't end when
The brave worms of the future will enjoy me some day
Eat up, degrade
Never wanted a say
Delusion's all that makes me sane
They tell me I should blame the rain
I get so giddy when it's warm
My knee hurts, must mean there's a storm
