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Wyatt Shears
What a son of a bitch, I know that's me
We're not hard to fool, filled with ecstacy
I'm having dreams again, who cares
I've made a mess, and I can't clean it up
I feel like a piece of shit
You're doing great, keep spreading hate
I'll give you a big thumbs up and I'll walk away
Nothing is going wrong, and yet my head hurts
And I can't tell what is right from wrong