Shaking my teeth loose on your tableThe dullest white squares
Smiling sweet, she said she made you smoke your cigs
Oh so the words have all been saidThe feeling's old
I've got this feeling in my blood that I want
In this act I'll disguise those dead eyesStretch tight the
I want to bury your face in the midwestern dirt
Mother make me gold again again again againIt was us
Oh no! I had a thought and a feelingI watched
I'm like a paper cup with a pin prickYou can
Run in the front like you saidI'm sad I'll miss
Was it a broken arm or collar bone?It depended on
Speak dumb like every other oneDon't want to let you
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