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Sorry I forgot

Madison M., Medford, NJ By shunflower, Shamong, NJ

Crazy kleptomaniacs, taking to their sacks
Now what do you want from me?
They gave me a choice, gave me a voice
And I took it, turned to blasphemy

We’re a lot a bit psycho and a little bit sorry
But we can’t help our disarray, yet to be stilled and stayed

I’m a mess in my chest
Got that crazy klepto at best

Sorry I forgot, ma
Sorry I forgot, hon
Sorry that I’m gone now
Sorry I forgot

While we take the night in our burlap bags
We’re running, now, jazzing out in rags
With the moon on my shoulder, I’m not getting older
Got a spring in my step, in and out, over my head

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