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but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, October 05, 2022

trooper thorn

Well people call her fiery 
and childish 
no good for me 
They're mad! 
They're mad! 

'Cause ever since she 
knocked me down I 
finally saw what I had found
I'm mad! 
I'm mad! 

And if we're not a perfect match 
then she's the Pope of Rome
Don't need infallibility 
Once we 
Are here 
We're home

I love how much she values 
her precious things 
- she overvalues them
- and it makes perfect sense 
She spent her whole life growing up 
picturing them 

and now she pictures me. 
In with her precious things  

Saw all of that in such a flash 
my whole damn life is coming back 
so glad 
so glad 
Apparently the only hitch 
her brother thinks that I'm a bitch 
so sad 
so sad 

When people come from different lands 
we bring our different ways 
If people there can't understand 
true love!
Then war! 
Is played

I love how much she values 
her precious things 
- she overvalues them
- and it makes perfect sense 
She spent her whole life growing up 
picturing them 

and now she pictures me. 
In with her precious things  

They slap me on the back now, 
such a quiet man 
but boy did I just beat 
her brother black and tan 
the whole damn town came 
piling out to cheer it on 
'cause they and me can 
easily see just 

the prize 

she won 

epic. 
ho 
meric

I love how much she values 
her precious things 
- she overvalues them
- and it makes perfect sense 
She spent her whole life growing up 
picturing them 

and now she pictures me. 

In with her precious things  

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