Here lies chonny!
You can tell it's him 'cause we put his name on the stone

Ran his showers red hot!
Never too good for a potshot
Take the long way 'round to work when the song got to the good part
He'd try to stay humble, but inevitably stumble
When the kind words roll

Juno was mad, he knew he'd been had
So he shot at the Sun with a gun
Shot at the Sun with a gun
Oh, he shot at his wily, one only friend

Well listen to this
He shot and he missed
And so juno got what he deserved
Imprisonment was all that he earned
So let's stop

I've been sleeping in a cardboard box
Spending every dollar on a losing lot
And even though I know it isn't worth much stock
You know it's better to have tried than not

Can you tell me who you're trying to fool?
I can't seem to find the point you're trying to make
And i

Think of these thoughts as hackneyed and trite
Clichéd depraved disturbing and contrived
Shallow cold wretched. Miserable dark
And any other adjective

Choose to sit safely out of the Sun
Away from rays so blinding to the eye
Singing songs someone's already sung
Aver

Look who it is, the saddened and weak
It seems those beams of light have caused some glare
Freakish and dismal. Hollow and bleak
I could go on, but let's leave it there

Resident heart is feeble and frail
A scourge to purge; due diligence is all
Silent, sad outbursts, in

(Wait! No, please wait)

No, I'm not listening
What’s future? What’s history?
What’s happened will be and repeat
Now I know thy nature of no urgency
Sickly, cyclic, cynicistic shrills
Flitting in this mode of making memories
Keeping up this pace of keeping still

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