Founder's Canon
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She's better than you'll ever be
So drown now in your jealousy
I hate that you don't cherish me
But you're too good apparently
So play your little stupid games
And turn our love to cupid flames
It seems that I've been duped, insane
And chosen to recoup the blame
If you don't miss our former path
Are fine if we are torn in half
I'll try not to perform a laugh
As you go through this storm and crash
And burn our ashes to the sky
“Our love was real! So true," we cry
There's nothing left to do but die
So bye tonight to you and I

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