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Foo Fighters, The - Good Grief

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since Im putting down all of the true things around, but I like it

I handed down the crown, given the jewels and the answers of may

the thought of being ousted comes and goes

when I think about it the wind blows

I hate it



run me out of town, somewhere a move might intended a gown at

pissed at all the bowels, always the blues and a delicate smile

missed all of the sideways, gull and noun

chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around

I hate it



good grief