I will milk my mistakes
I will milk my mistakes for all they're worth
and if their worth eludes me, then I'll walk
to the park, lay down on the dry grass, and
let my face press into the cold dirt.
That's what I'll do right after work.
and if their worth eludes me, then I'll walk
to the park, lay down on the dry grass, and
let my face press into the cold dirt.
That's what I'll do right after work.
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Be still, my wandering heart.
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