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Just a Dud
Folder:
Old stuff
The stench of good
The scent of bad
It was all
In the life I had
Everything balanced
Tidy as can be
But then it happened
Listen up, this part is key
Instead of having
A normal life
You know the kind
Two children and a wife
Well, I'll probably die
Before I hit thirty
Laying dead in a house
Which will probably be dirty
Death broughten by
My own hand, of course
And down those stairs of mine
My blood, like a river, pours
I'll paint the town red
With my own life blood
Thinking of how
I'm just a fucking dud
