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Next Time Don't Jump the Gun

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Does it really matter that I ran
And left you classic boot prints. While you stood behind
Laughing at me
Holding the hand of a pretend ghost
Watching me spin around the streets
With my head cut off
And you and you snide experience
Overpower me and my inadiquacy
To God I hope my childish fear
Made you forget this




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