little vince takes a sip of yellow paint i binge watch tv oh the silly things we do just to to feel a little happy while i van gogh to bed at 9 on a saturday i go online and figure out that its not that way why did they have to lie its just so easy to tell the truth why did they lie think i ve got the blues its not a long shot i guess ill be okay why do i allow these mundane thoughts to ruin my day i wanna know i wanna know when i can go when i can go but i dont really wanna leave why does my bureau only know nine seasons there should be ten or eleven or twelve thirteen actually it should never end bobby my fluffy little cloud would you come with me check me into hotel sanity just let go you can fall like a little waterfall i hope that youre right think i ve got the blues its not a long shot i guess ill be okay why do i allow these mundane thoughts to ruin my day i wanna know i wanna know when i can go when i can go but i dont really wanna leave
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