so the music i use isn't original whats your fucking point?? the words are mine, the music is theirs the pope shall now anoint me, for if you've heard the song you know that as is are the first line is "so close, no matter how far..." so paying too much attention to trying to prove me fake has left you defeated and destroyed and crushed within my wake rejoice that i combine wordplay, music and feeling but little juan has me hooked, and im left reeling after sunday morning i guess i have no thought but to reverse the wrong and find the nirvana i have sought and for a minute my tea had gone cold and i was wondering why i felt nothing but guilt over the damage i had wrought and i just wonder who would accuse me of plagerism, just to cool me down give me an e-mail adress and i'll send the lyrics to your town.Birth sign: Aries
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