A pictured life with
Framed to keep but still he needs.
Can he talk a good game?
It's all done wrong--he's still the same.

The roundabout vagueness plague;
Guitar-driven moods he displays.
Play the chord, hear the ring,
It's all the rage--it's still the same.

Today is the day, marked for life.
Here in which we shine so bright.
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