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Good morning Get up I know you don't want to But I don't give a fuck Hi hello It's me and no I won't go I am the one Who will best you down But I am so proud I will carry you around Because you always come back to me To be honest, that makes me happy I am the music in your ears I am the reason you have your tears I have so many personality You haven't even seen Yet again you always come back to me Because I can make YOU happy You know just like You make me But I will make you sad I will tear you down Further beyond land Haha, it will never end I might give you bad thought Bad thoughts in your head Which will give you bad action To which you will attend But hey it's not my fault I am not your peer I am just the little innocence Innocence in your ear At first you may think it's fun Then you'll get down You'll always have a frown Good luck buddy But before I go I will say one thing One thing to you Because your so blue You'll be okay Just look around Your not the only one I make frown But I make then so happy You see So they don't see the fact That I am just here to be a "Little friend" To lure them in Get them to go down the slope Then get back up Just to do it all over again
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