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Captain America, blasted. America, laughing at *it*. Grab your shield. Grab the Force. You're after the force that yields. Laughing at it, now The Savage is back in his backpack, packing a ratchet. About 6 of 'em. Pass it to my friends, 'cause I love 'em. And they're aiming at me, because we're on a different side of the coast. The Diff'rent Guy, I suppose. Wait till the champagne gets poured...! Hit the sky with a toast. Drift away. Wish to lie. Lay inside of my hostler. Ride with me, till it's over.
(hook)
Don't you love me?
Don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
I love you too much...
I love you too much...
too much.
All I need in this world of sin is my life. And my life ends with a girlfriend. All I need in this life with a girlfriend is The World. All I need to provide The World for my girlfriend is Life. And I'm not right when I get it. All I need in my world is my girlfriend, and BOTH OF THEM are missing. So, who am I kissing now? Probablity. Logistics. Honestly, what I got is different. Distant. Trying to get it. Plotting to catch it with growth. Birth. Growth spurt. No words, no work. No further like questions. Murder. Standing in possession of a juror, hand on a weapon.
(hook)
Don't you love me?
Don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
I love you too much...
I love you too much...
too much.
Pa(i)ge, you disappeared! Wand, with a burger in the hand. Worried about the murder of a man, and the man was sure she was Her. Now, the game is cancelled (for sure). No one in the stands. Everybody needing an usher. An escort. Next sport. Next season. Forever breathing, I'm sure (Shure). Shore, microphone is not working! War! Life, alone, is now twerking. Whore. You are mine, and I'm alone. The microphone is certain that you're shaking. Not stirred. I got her. I can't help but watch her. And... watch & I go, "I'm not sure." Where's the opera?
(hook)
Don't you love me?
Don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
I love you too much...
I love you too much...
too much.
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a direct open letter to The Illuminati.
They know me, and I know them.
#comma
