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GOOD GRIEF Since I'm putting down All of the true things around But I like it I handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted Comes and goes repeat once When I think about it The wind blows I hate it repeat Run me out of town Somewhere a move might intended a gown at Pissed at all the bowels Always the blues and a delicate smile Missed all of the sideways gull and noun repeat once Chills and petty band-aids Wrapped around I hate it repeat Good grief Repeat from the begining of the song |