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You can Go out, day's 'bout to pop
Your spit went flyin' hight from random elbow to the eye
Poor little man
Your head's a mess, it's aching bad
But this couch's kinda nice, and YouTube's lit like that
When: can't deal, can't cope, /
Can't feel love, can't even mope
Outside's grey, my stars all lie,
I'm the saddest lil guy
Unlickiest of all, yeah i'm so weak, i Am so weak
week and pathetic, cursed since birth
But not my fault, for what it's worth
Stop cryin', dude, come on
It's dumb - you'll live - be gone
Okay not now, but like, from tomorrow it'll be fine
Quit cryin', bro, get real
It's crap - you'll live - you'll heal
Note today, but from tomorrow, that's the deal
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