What I thought it was war is chess not warry enough for you?
It has to be about something I’m sure it’s not going to be without tears
But who could scream louder about how
That you say we’re predictable when you’re
Both
So predictable that every word was like
Well except
Whatever that’s where we all get stuck because it’s worth to us
How could
It wasn’t Hedley so I hit shuffle twice
Perhaps not how could but
When could
It’s not as far as too far goes but it’s certainly an off putting habit
Does anyone know what I’m talking about with?
Indeed indeed an inner monologue
Of so many
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