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Zeta Aquarii (could never describe you), by Richard Eerie

I can see the moon, but I can't see those stars
And I was starting to get the feeling that you had some feelings
I hope you didn't get the feeling of wanting to puke on me
I thought I would not die with words never said
I'm just thinking about the people I will never meet
It doesn't really matter, matters come and go
It doesn't really matter, matters are for joes
Tyler, this some mother fucked up shit, ya know
I've done some fucked up things, ya know
This some mother shit, ya know

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