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What Can I Say - 2013

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What     can     I     say     ?
Two thousand thirteen's on the brain
And although I think I've gone insane
There's really no-one left to blame
Except for me
And All The Thoughts I Thought I Thought About
And all things in between

 Like working out and
losing weight and
meeting friends and
making dates and
finding a great job before it's too                  late

 And it's strange to think that
my appearance hasn't changed and that
my friends are getting smarter every day
but I am just                       fading away

 I think that lately it's been too
                                   Simple
To bow out of a situation
small enough to make a Ripple
soft enough to make a Trickle
And yet I find myself
inside the same Pickle

 With learning things and
Sealing Fate and
loving right and
Trying so @#!*% hard not to be late and
Sleeping right and cutting cake

 It's quite depressing that I'm able
To spread the year out on a table
Or is it good that I am able...?
Why'd I rhyme "able" with "able"?

 So
   What
            Can
                   I
                    Say?
Two Thousand Thirteen's on the brain
And since there's no plug to the drain
There's really no-one left to blame
Except for me

 Fortunately

 For all the things I think I think about
And all thoughts in between

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