Also... apologies to whoever changed the background before but I couldn't read the font on it lol. I switched it to this real quick but maybe we can all come to a consensus on a design, if it's something desired.
Anyway. On to the purpose of this thing.
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Ah wasteful little brother
Listening to your radio
Miss Operator's sending out
But when will they return home?
And the gas was spent entirely
For no purpose or sensibility
And I'm afraid that Mr Man
Can't make it there at all
Because you see, that lazily
Winding bend you seriously
Cornered with your craving for
The friendly old competitor
Couldn't look inside of our own box
Had to crawl around to pay a lot
Just give it one creative thought
So you'll make it there to put it out
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Baby, you'd be so proud of me
Guess what I did today
I played a game just like you
Like the ones we used to
On your couch in that little room
Turned up that stereo sound
Watched that blonde glow like the moon
Oh if you could have seen me tonight
Tipped on one five three two five
Eyes pinned so much these stars shine
Just like yours did in daytime lights
Yet this song, it always remains the same
Every time I sing it with all of my will
And even though you're not around now
It'd be a lie if I said that I missed you still
Yes, you'd be so proud of me
I've still held on to my honesty
Just like that night it all spilt
And you buried me in your false guilt
Come on baby, I knew all along
That's how I still smile at these songs
You and me, yeah we were both off
But between you and me, I was never once wrong
I can still fly yeah, one five three two five
But you baby, you could never stay high
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Down the halls the blueness crept
Towards the end the doors were red
Wine for port but starboard's lime
Tried the lock but failed in time
Out to sea we all must play
The tiptoe silent waiting game
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