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Copyright Rob Ketcherside; contact roket swirly gwu.edu"Yourself Look!!"
Like always, walking alone in this town with the face of a saint.
All of the ones who become vulgar are raised in the houses of others.
People without money or knowledge are left behind in a place with no light.
The worms that crawl in the dirt always become food or get stepped on.
Then try to think of it as being natural.
People without money or knowledge are like worms crawling in dirt.
Whenever I see them I laugh to myself and step on them.
Then I try to think of it as being natural.
The ones at fault are them, not me. Not my problem.
Then I try to think of it as being natural.
Yourself look!!
x8 Look at yourself! Yourself look!
Look at yourself! Yourself look!
Yourself look!!
x3 Look at yourself! Yourself look!