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The bins are full on my page tonight
Not a co-wrangler to be seen
A fandom in isolation,
And it looks like its just me.
The taggers are howling for me to clean the bins inside
Couldn't keep 'em in, heaven knows I tried!
Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good wrangler you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know!
Let it go, let it go
Won't canonize anymore!
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door!
I don't care
What other wranglers will say
Let the tags pile on,
Backlog never bothered me anyway!
It's funny how No Fandom
Makes everything seem small
And the tags that once controlled me
Don't bother me at all!
It's time to see what the wranglator can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no guidelines for me
I'm free!
Let it go, let it go
I am one with the fandom
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me run!
Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let the taggers rage on!
My tags are wrangled through their fandoms like magic
My bins are shrinking under twisted logic
And one thought forms for me like a tagging blast
I'm never going back,
The past is in the past!
Let it go, let it go
Tags tend to make me yawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect wrangler is gone!
Here I stare
Bins in the light of day
Let the tags pile on
The "- Freeform" never bothered me anyway!