There is a boy named Fred and he wants to die because he doesn't understand people or himself
Not long ago I was in Scandinavia visiting my boyfriend who lives there, and one night he invited a few of his friends over to meet me. It was a relatively pleasant night, consisting of sitting around a big bowl of blue alcoholic jell-o and talking. I jested at one point that I should get the guitar and start playing "Kumbaya" to which one named Jensen replied "last time I sang that it was to a girl I knew who had cancer. I was touring with my church choir and she was leaving to go home for treatment, and she died shortly after. So I can't sing that song." It put a damper on things.
Dying puts a damper on things.
Death and taxes, death and taxes.
Then he went to bed.
City Center - Hawse
Dying puts a damper on things.
Death and taxes, death and taxes.
Then he went to bed.
City Center - Hawse
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