Well fold this up
There's a message somewhere
And I don't know
They are careful what they wish for
They are constants here,
Casting me plaster
It's dry today
Can't spell disaster
Can't spot the taste
And
Glue yourself to the back
A stack that's never seen
Rub the
Tangling up at the foot of your bed
Wonder who's next
Tear the feeling from the fool's heart
It seems the
Hey, is this what I deserve?
The killing me is
Take a second, think of everything you've done
You're getting warmer,
Well Henry hammers harder than the rest
He puts his
Well know that, I know this
That they'll want control of
Fumble for the lightswitch
Get this off without a hitch
Got to
It wraps around the cord for him
Said I'm wasting, sinking
Soaking
Sitting close, under hush of mother told me
We're not
All this concern over these cards overturned
The cold light shows
And it's like, she don't know much
He'll tell her what
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