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Terrible Festivities Bars filled to the brim A horrid Raucous cry Could be heard from within So please stop Looking at me I'm pulling out my hair So please stop Looking at me Didn't your mother teach you not to stare A hint A song Give me a sign That maybe Someday Love can be mine A story You tell To show me the way But maybe This storys Not meant for today So please stop Looking at me I'm pulling out my hair Please