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CMy head is full of flower pots, Sitcom plots, and hangman knots
And I am mostly sure that I call the shots You we're a forget-me-not Blooming up in a parking lot I'm thinking we should connect the dots You will ruin me... If time alots Aerobically I turn the tide I won't crave your scent, I've found my pride Pardon me while I step aside I sure as hell... Could use a ride