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Today I started laughing, right, and I’m not quite sure why.
I’m barely even wasted man, I’m hardly even high. Yet still I keep on cracking up, my friends must think I’m mad Still, overall about this whole thing I am rather glad A downmouth isn’t ever fun to carry on your face It looks so daft, it looks so wrong, it just looks out of place. So what’s the point of crying over milk already drunk? Why waste our time with worry over thoughts already thunk? If you didn’t laugh you’d cry, and we all know that’s true And you should know, it’ll be alright, no matter what you do.
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