Random Thoughts Abound
My mind goes blank
No comes for me any more
All out stoned on tea and pie
No wonder I'm so poor
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
There all out wihtout you
Having fun
Hail to "The Jesus of Suburbia"

My mind goes blank
No comes for me any more
All out stoned on tea and pie
No wonder I'm so poor
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
There all out wihtout you
Having fun
Hail to "The Jesus of Suburbia"
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