Ky Sunny In Splodges

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I’ve got a bad case of déjá vu with you
But you’ve got a bad case of existential woe in you
You’ve acquired a taste for thinking of yourself
More often that you should

I think i’ll go solo

But i miss Mister Pan
Its been years

But i know he’s in the capable hands of Mister Brears

I think i’ll go solo