What's there to give?
I sit back and just see what it means to be clean and I lead to the scene what I need is a seed to be mean and to be we're a team coming back that's a fact where's it at felt a slap in the face and I rose up again I don't care have no friends but it took me over and over too bad I'm not lucky because I would've had a good clover don't rush me don't pace me I know that I'm faster don't race me but at least have some sympathy for me you probably don't care I forgive don't forget and I knew you was there my ego is bad best thing I have had I just now came and no I am not lame forget you it kills me my name is not Sam I fed them with ham spend my night with a slam I'm lifted up ten feet don't worry I'm not about to die good thing I can fly but you want to know one thing I'm the person who has wings here I go what's to know I'm so cold there are lives that are at stake too much pain I can take I'll give you a reason around all you heathens there's too many values I'm tired of all of you I took things off my chest don't look good in a vest I know it's a mess
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