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OH MAN I SING AND PLAY GUITAR AT THE SAME TIME ALL THE MISTAKES AND ERRORS AND CRAPPY VOICE MY GOD

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Lyrics:

Ha ha ha.

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When I was a little filly

And the sun was going down…

The darkness and the shadows

They would always make me frown…

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Pinkie, you’ve gotta stand up tall

and learn to face your fears.

You’ll see that they can’t hurt you

just laugh and make them

disappear.

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Gone with the righteous.

Gone with the weakness.

Gone with the hopeless.

Gone with the sickness.

Gone with the reckless.

Gone with the helpless.

They think I’ve lost my way but

Gods, I think I like it.

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And soon you’ll be here too.

Another damaged point of view.

Think I’m broken? How ‘bout you? (You’re the same!)

Our world has split in two.

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Nothing can stop me now.

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Five months, three weeks have passed

Since I met myself that day…

Years of building confidence

Slowly ebbing away…

———-

Pinkie, you’ve learned to stand up tall.

And you faced you fears.

You’ll see that they can’t hurt you

Now that you made them

disappear.

———-

Gone with the righteous.

Gone with the weakness.

Gone with the hopeless.

Gone with the sickness.

Gone with the reckless.

Gone with the helpless.

They think we’ve lost our way but

Gods, I think I like it.

———-

And soon you’ll be here too.

Another damaged point of view.

Think I’m broken? How ‘bout you?

My world’sfucked(screwed) up since I met you.

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And you can’t stop me now.

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Six months, four days have passed

Since I met myself that day.

The subtle fear of myself

Took everything away.

———-

Pinkie, you never stood up tall

and you became your fears.

All those that could’ve saved you

You laughed and made them…

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(SOLO, MOTHERBUCKAS!)

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Gone with the righteous.

Gone with the weakness.

Gone with the hopeless.

Gone with the sickness.

Gone with the reckless.

Gone with the helpless.

They said I’ve lost my way but

Now Ifucking(surely) know it.

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And soon I’ll be too.

Another damaged point of view.

Think I’m broken? Yes, it’s true.

It’s allfucked(messed) up because of you.

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Little… wittle… twinkie… Pinkie’s… gone.