but OK is just OK.
And just alright makes you think,
"what could be on the other side?"
Runnin' with the big dogs, left those puppies on the porch -
scratchin' fleas is the least in the real world.
If I knew then what I know now,
just alright would be OK somehow
Had it made had it played itself out, in a sit-com style.
So, the landlord has his key in my door? I'll have amnesia for a while.
I've seen ridiculous sunsets in a sickening sky - it made me feel really ill in a beautiful way.
I've seen perfect people and I shield my eyes... I don't deserve to see their shame.
SHH... keep it down, now...
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