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End of a Year
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Harrison
Palm slaps to the puzzle, I'll make things fit Oh, I had plans The less talented George Harrison, I think of the man himself Eyes floating tired in his head Brain racing to places he'd sooner be instead He had plans, he had plans
If I had to guess, his thought went like this: 'Places to which I'll never return... Sadness or joy, I'm not sure. Places I'd sooner see burned'
Got my mind set on you, and truly As my throat gently weeps, My eyes, they're drooling While my ears they grieve Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Palm slaps to the puzzle, I'll make things fit I'll throw a fit. Scale the wall between What I expect and what I'll get
Do I have to be stabbed to be noticed? I hope not.
The no-talent Doc Gooden, I can't hit for shit. Eyes burning like Those small white bricks Pinned upon success I can't forget
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