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Good Times
The good times were never good
it was only something the old folks said because they just heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from their folks who heard it from Eve who remembered the last good apple she had and that fucker who stole it back. |
The last stanza is good, lyrically. And the first is ok, simple, but says something good.
Other than that - did your account get hacked? |
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