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tallboy

you feel like shit
you wasted another four dollars and twenty cents
your head is beginning to pound
and it ain't even noon yet
you can't stand your loved ones
you dread going to work
you bit your silver tongue
you don't want it and never did
but now you feel like shit
your head is beginning to pound,
and you've wasted another four dollars and twenty cents
Written by GreaterPeril (Jared from the Backwoods)
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