and I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game, with that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening. washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things, drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing. but all you are is mean. all you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean. why you gotta be so mean?

 

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