You are not youth, but you make me careless.
I'll have the praise and pin on you the blame.
I'll walk the earth screaming, Hey!.
Because I didn't get your name
Like a shadow you appear under the shade.
Where are you so I can pin on you the blame.
The reason why I am.
The loveless heart, the one with the retarded phase, the wild lacker.
But, No, you are the odd one out.
The oldest running joke, the one who should be stoned.
What is your name? I need to plaster
it on the plate. And end this drag of a race.
Where are you? so I can pin on you the blame.
The judges seek you,
the souls sing to hell with you. And I,
yes I want nothing more to do with you.
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