I'm the biggest hypocrite that I know I've ever known
You
Chord spine the way of a splinter
Masked bags with mixed
Work hard towards nothing
A garden growing hurt
Fresh wheels
Junk is what junk does to another
Place the fact
Looking down on my home planet
What a lonely place
Can't get much more than I'm finding
Too many places
need for more mode shift slip in one more stick
I thought I could break the sound barrier just by
junk is what junk does to another place the fact
what we're looking for it's not in you. They all
you doubt me and make my decisions for me you
tried to pull one over on you it didn't turn
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