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I am done making fun of myself,
On the first day of september i do declare.
To the birds on the roofs and the drunkards walking loose
I am done making fun of myself.
There's a tree in the yard that i can blindly trust
To remain when my pain pains no more
There's no you, there's no me,
There's no way i go back in.
I am done making fun of myself.
