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Home of the sleepy
Home of the lovesick
Home of the fatigue
You better get home quick
I know that someday
Gotta do heavy liftig
But my muscles are sore just from
Everyday existing

All your life
They told you
That you were
Chosen but
No one would
Teach you the
Skills you would
Need to be
Come any
Thing other
Than helpless
To the real
Factual
Forces of
Evil that
Kill what you love

What are you doing my man? Getting intense with your imaginary friends
What are you doing shorty? Still no quest added for revenge
What are you doing my love? Staying indoors between equipment your teen-self would Have killed for
What is your endgame pal? Do you see yourself at all? Are we're done being hollow?



Credits
Writer(s): Jan Gehmlich
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