It's out back.
I named it depression.
Every now and then I go out back and wallow in my pigpen.
When I'm covered so deep and mud drips from my hands
I know it's time to go shower off again.
I named it depression.
Every now and then I go out back and wallow in my pigpen.
When I'm covered so deep and mud drips from my hands
I know it's time to go shower off again.
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