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You got your own style I got my own way of doing things Don't Bring Me Down and I won't have no reason to complain there's too much fire there's a lot of smoke my lungs are inflamed You had the nerve to ask me why I choke your questions so hilarious it must be a joke I can't even write without you asking me what is it I wrote all up in my business asking me did I vote what difference does it make what will be is what will be, and what has always been in The Happening what happens to be is between you and me what kind of friend are you supposed to be what are you trying to do to me I mean honestly I could truly do without your honesty keep it to yourself don't waste it on me trying to prove me wrong