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Pas De Tout

There used to be a time
That when I saw a list of names
Iíd scan down to see mine
And then when I did not Iíd cry
But now I donít even try
Instead I just expect it
Oh another thing that Iím not good enough at

Might as well write another tune
To blast out all my doom and gloom
On a broken speaker
That Jaxon picked up on a walk
You could hear an old man talk
Say heíd collect things like that
But I never had a place for those,
Those kinds of things

Pas De Tout (4)

Oh hell, I couldnít even grow a rose
I couldnít keep a succulent alive
 if I tried

In fact let me list the words
All the ones that you got wrong
How about dethawed
Thatís what my heart cannot do
Irregardless I pull through

Might as well write another tune
To blast out all my doom and gloom
That old man, you could hear him talk
Jaxon, he picked that up from a walk
And he became like that old guy
He even had his mannerisms
But they never even met

Pas De Tout (4)

There used to be a time
That when I saw a list of names
Iíd scan down to see mine
And then when I did not I would cry
But now I donít even try
Instead I just expect it
Oh another thing that Iím not good enough at
bolddona
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