The glass, ain't half, full.
The clock, just struck, twelve.
Not easy to understand what time, you leave.
The last man he probably wondered the same.
The past, is on, the phone.
New roads, don't pave, themselves.
Go find your vegetarian,
For who am I to doubt.
Don't leave a note, or feed the cat,
And shoes don't fail you now.
But I'll never buy.
I woke up, with nothing left
But an empty look, and bitter taste.
My line of good judgement
Just happened to change.
That last chance of freedom
Just suddenly played.
Well, I never meant you torture,
But I didn't care that much.
I'll find my pescetarian
For who are you to doubt.
Won't leave a note, or steal the cat
And shoes don't fail me now
Now.
I'll never but your bad advice,
So full of life and bad and bad.
Who are you,
Ya little devil
Who are you?
Who are you,
Ya little devil
Who are you?
Who are you,
Ya little devil
Who are you?
Who are you,
Ya little devil
Who are you?
I'll never buy, your bad advice
So full of life and bad advice
I'll never your bad advice
So full of life, and bad and bad.
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