compensation
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I am a liar and I lie to myself everyday
Wake up every morning, telling myself that it’s just another day
But I already know what kind of day it is
I’ll be just like every yesterday that I hated
Cacklin, if it fluttered back, caught a nap, in his lap, and attacked, like intelligent,
rest of em, opposite a pen, scribbles sins, this wack white, kid rapping, sporting sentences,