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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