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For the past few weeks, I have regularly forgotten to take my medicine, and fed it to Tiny instead. Long story short, Tiny died, and I wrote a new song. This song details the effects of not taking your medicine when you are supposed to and giving it to a zombie ape slave that you named Tiny. That, and it is full of lovely noises that only a deaf man could appreciate.
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Read the Title. |
Label: The Geriatric Moped Gane of Mid-Central Florida
Credits: My Mental Condition and Dependancy on Prescription Drugs |
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What exactly do you expect? If I were to say this is a beautiful song, and you were to believe me, who would be the bigger fool? |
Label: The Geriatric Moped Gang of Mid-Central Florida
Credits: My keyboard, my head, and gravity |
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You have lived for the swarm.
You had died for the swarm.
Now, you can gabber for the swarm. |
Label: Geriatric Moped Gang of Mid-Central Florida
Credits: 1/1 Push Start to Play! |
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