I think I've had enough.
I think I might erupt.
I believe in chemicals,
sulking eyes and pretty pink water
So now you say dirty things that you regret,
Try to
You're down
So stay there
I'm clipping your unearned wings
My dear
You cry
For
There's a lot of things I understand
And there's a lot
I've been to London
I've sailed a ship around the world
I've
Roll over monotone
I've got something to say to you
I can't
so you thinkin about tomorrow
and all those simple things you
I won't tell you my name
I avoid all those things
All
you want to feel you're never walking
you see your feet
Goddamn, I think I have a problem
Thick skinned and I
And you're primitive...
And you're cynical to me
And I chewed down
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