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no balls
definitely no butthole cause this guy feeds off radiation
A tiny part remains
I know how it starts
And I know how it ends
There is a place
Where I can do what I want to
And all at my own pace
Somewhere out of time
I hope I’ll find
A place where I can just unwind
And work on my own mind
Oh send me a signal
Oh give me a prayer
I just need to know
That there’s some spot out there
Where I could be me
And you could be you
And we could be we
How great it would be
No more of these murders
We could just disagree
No Biggies and Tupacs
No Kurt and Courtneys
Where I could be me
And you could be you
And we could be we
How great it would be
Living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself
In another part of the world
And you may find yourself
Behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house
With a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?
Letting the days go by