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I'm filled with the anticipation of something that I know
Call me a useless motherfucker
While I'm working my fingers to the bone
I know that everybody used me
I know that everybody lied
But I take some comfort in knowing the fact that everybody dies
I'm filled with the anticipation of something that I know
Call me a useless motherfucker
While I'm working my fingers to the bone
I know that everybody used me
I know that everybody lied
But I take some comfort in knowing
All you motherfuckers will die
And I don't have the answers, because it's all bullshit
I don't know the questions, because they are all bullshit
It's all bullshit
It's all bullshit
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