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GFY
04:14
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You strike a match to the pack
And feel your anger swell
You throw it and step back
And send them all to hell
GFY, I can sympathize with Woody Guthrie
GFY, if you’re a fascist, then you’re disturbing
GFY, you know that this’ll just end badly
GFY, So take your match heads back to the pantry
In the arena gathered thousands of matches
Chanting for a crazy waving a gas can
Celebrating hating half of the country
Fuck your feelings, I ain’t got any heart strings
You wonder why I’m bringin up Woody Guthrie
If he’s was alive and lookin ‘round at you and me
He’d see the same thing that he saw in the 30s
He’d see the fascists with their torches are marching
Well Shaun the Loud you sound to me like a hippy
A far left Antifa, a radical commie
Just shut your mouth and fuckin sing me some country
Fuck you-ah-ooh
GFY, I said I'm sympathizin' with Woody Guthrie
GFY, if you’re a fascist, then you’re disturbing, fuck that
GFY, you know that this ’ll just end badly, bring it!
GFY, So take your match heads back to the pantry
Match heads back to the pantry
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I fell in love in a dream
I wake up slowly, slowly
I try to go back to sleep
I don’t wanna be lonely, lonely
She asked me what did I see
And I swear my heart was pounding
Then she began to recede
As the alarm was sounding
No one knows how no one lets me down
Except yours truly
No one knows how no one lets me down
The disappointment in me
Oh, it is mine solely
And everyone that I’ve seen
Didn’t find me worthy
With every heavy heartbeat
I know it’s fast approaching
If constellations will meet
Will anyone even find me?
No one knows how no one lets me down
Except yours truly
No one knows how no one lets me down
No one knows how no one lets me down
I’ve set you all free
No one knows how no one lets me down
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Borgyborg
03:54
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I know what you’re thinking
Your good time is sinking
You’re falling behind, the game’s not won
Take heart and be happy
I’m here and I’m waiting
To play the game that’s always fun
I know I’m growling
But I’m just playing
Just open your hand and take the ball
Throw it and watch me
Cuz I am amazing
I launch from the ground with all 4 paws!
It’s a Borgyborg world
And I’m a Borgyborg girl
And some days it’s a BORG!
And some days it’s just a borg :-(
It’s a Borgyborg world
And I’m a Borgyborg girl
And I’m the borgiest borg that ever borged in the
history of borgs in the whole wide world!
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Shaun the Loud Lincoln, Nebraska
Lincoln, Nebraska person who writes songs and makes them into tracks
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