It played the song perfectly.
It's the way it goes.
I hate you.
My papa taught perseverance.
He is crippled.
I still hate you.
I hate what you sing,
I hate those paintings you paint,
your Stetsons so character filled
so full of austere promise.
Ha ha so funny, tell me more -
but don't tell me how many paint colors you used
24
I really hate you, I really just hate -
You still have a great record player though,
mint condition
fucking perfect mint condition.
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