Take the tablet.
In your sugarhigh field.
Your like intermezzo.
And I don't know yet.
Everything.
You do doesn't bother me.
I'm always in the life net.
You messed up.
An' I don't know yet.
It's not ready and it's not good.
Your always a sorry fool.
Now the tables have turned.
Your very own life.
Has crumbled and burned.
I'd laugh if I had a voice.
Young people smoking young cigars.
Look what I said.
Hey.
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