disrupt the calm and strive for strife
you were a little too real, you know, overly real, that made it kind of unreal
glad you found your pot of gold girl, still reeling for you
tea with tony better be hap'nin sooon;)
make you want you
boisterous moods and runaway maids
tyrannical uncles and measly knuckles
dustin the gold, throwin them whole
peace.
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