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When I Know Too Much I Get Bored Too Fast.

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I Am The Outcast Come Home To Roost And The Eggs Of Tomorrow Are Incubating In My Fame. You Hate Me, You Love Me, You Made Me, And Now I Am In You. I Am Like That Disease Brewing In Your Loins And I Think You Like It.

Friends Tell Each Other What Nobody Else Is Willing To Tell You.

People Want To See The Car Crash Instead Of The Race. But, When You're The One In The Car That's Crashing, It's Not Much Fun. I'm Enjoying The Race.