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The Wild Ones
Cluster B Narcissists and Psychopaths Cannot be Domesticated
It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don’t matter, anyhow
An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
It ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
The wild ones. What are they?
They are feral
They break your heart in the worst possible way so that you can never ever be the same. They will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when they leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people.
