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Anxiety


How many times will I say it

I'm tired of this game

But still you replay it

You'll remember this name

I'll see to that now

You don't gotta wonder how

Just know that I remember

That I wasn't a member

and I didn't get a break

At the end of December

So mad I could dismember

Every and anybody

That should be so unlucky

As to rub me wrong

Why do you think I write songs

Why do you think I light bongs

Why do you think that I think

That this year was too long?

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