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The People To the times we fucked up, and
To the times we've been fucked up.
Yeah, you know how this one goes.
Don't be afraid, child,
You won't be left alone.
You'll have somebody.
Even after we're all gone.
But listen when I tell you,
You must not drown yourself in drink.
You must think, but not dwell,
To escape the lonely hell
You built yourself from self-pity
At the bottom of your well,
The bottom of your well-being.
Everything I say to you,
Is nothing but love for you,
And will continue to spew to you,
Until you get it, or I turn blue.
