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I can’t keep up, always playing catch up
Talking to you right now would be too much
May fourteenth, I got a letter,
Written from you, it’s sitting on the dresser
I’ll say this once again, you people you aren’t my friends.
The Maine is starting to look alike again, just like when they all looked like little emo kids with the same haircut. But now they are starting to look like Jesus.