Jun 11
Oh misery,
oh my,
oh my—
Why do you
follow me around?
In my soul,
in my hair,
I see you everywhere.
Each day
feels like a slog
when I know you’re around.
Oh misery,
oh my,
oh my.
oh my,
oh my—
Why do you
follow me around?
In my soul,
in my hair,
I see you everywhere.
Each day
feels like a slog
when I know you’re around.
Oh misery,
oh my,
oh my.
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