Now that existence is true
They don't get to experience You.
I don’t know how to live in a world without you.
I didn’t expect to be this lost too.
It’s painful to wake up without your doggy air
Not being body slammed anymore, is hard to bare.
Now that we’ve confirmed aliens are real,
There’s one thing I’d share during a meal.
How amazing creatures are, but one I’d show off, is You.
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Tennessee Garbage
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