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Where'd you go, huh?

They all think I know you,

It's so hard to motivate,

Me to devote a,

Single inch of me to,

Something I can't see I,

Don't mean to pry but why,

Would you even make the eyes?

I don't believe my ears,

And I'm scared of my own head,

I will deny you for years,

Then I'll make you raise me from the dead,

And if I said that I would live for you,

For nothing in return,

Well I'm sorry Mr. Gullible,

But lying's all I've learned,

So be concerned.