I'm a pioneer. Damn you from there to here
Take a leap of faith. Give me a nice white clean page
I don't need all that old script from the one who left you in the shit
Your heart is heavy enough in your chest, I ain't going to trolley bag the rest
It's always the women who go before, impossible to balance out the score
I'm getting some wings and a pair of skates and I'll learn to apparate and I'll show up just in time before she really goes to town and preserve your soul in a jar and your heart in a misty shell which I shall hang from my left ear
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