Gloomy News

Realizing this realized that
You know you always seem to end up with the same
Why no, why no, why no, why no you’d be
I find I always had the wrong things aimed at me

See me coming up and coming whoops-a-daisy nothing counts in this wide world
Bloops are all way, they are all way out of turn
Mind
Find I’ve always had the wrong things aimed at me

Trying to hit it off
How do you know
You always seem to end up with the same
Bounces up and hits him, hits him in the eye
I find I always had the wrong things aimed at me

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