APOSTROPHE
what goes down must grow up
keep plugging stuff in
no light makes one stupid
the moon is there for kicks
without you i can't help myself
your train must be loading
i can't do this stuff alone
for real i am alone and
none of us are home yet
without you i can't help myself
without you i can't help
my cell
my cell
my cell
my cell
stop all your laughing and
quit all your calculus
now
with a jelly and a sandwich
i'll be on my way back home
without shoes or a footprint
i'll be waiting at my house
don't ask for less
you will lose
and
without you i can't help myself
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