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We thought, "Made in the shade,"
Spazzed n' went into -- TIRADE!
Poking each other in the eye,
Could we move any further awry?
Or, turning our backs,
What do I care... barely?
As long as it's not me,
That has to die,
Until I'm left standing alone,
Maybe that would bring it home?
That we're in this together,
To be dear,
Left with myself... forever.
Having thought it threw,
I can speak for me,
But, don't know about you?
No... don't wanna see TIRADE! on parade.