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Happy New Year everybody |
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I'm susceptible to your lies |
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I want to be objectified without concern for systems |
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Naturally nervous disposition brims |
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With concerns and contradictions |
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The contrapositive impoverished heart stems |
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And I'm Bart Simpson |
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I've known the nothingness of chaos |
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I've known the somethingness of fake Gods |
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I've been out of place like transitional lenses |
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Comma splices in a suspended sentence |
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Kiss the nose of the vulture, destroy the bro culture |
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That's what I was sent to do with a paper box of cherry cordials |
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Already forgot what I'm meant to prove |
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We can eat, gray clumps of sky |
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Melancholy men are always witty, and I wonder why |
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We can eat, gray clumps of sky |
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Melancholy men are always witty, and I wonder why |
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So I kicked the air like I'm Bruce Lee |
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And I mumbled like I'm Tunechi |
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And I felt it in my cheek bones |
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I kicked the air like I'm Bruce Lee |
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And I mumbled like I'm Tunechi |
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And I felt it in my cheek bones |
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We can eat, gray clumps of sky |
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Melancholy men are always witty, and I wonder why |
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We can eat, gray clumps of sky |
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Melancholy men are always witty, and I wonder why |
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We can eat, gray clumps of sky |
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Melancholy men are always witty, and I wonder why |
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We can eat, gray clumps of sky |
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Melancholy men are always witty, and I wonder why |
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We have a secret language |
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Communicating in blinks and strange twitches |
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My brain itches and I'm looking at pictures |
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And I'm looking at pictures of pictures on Instagram |
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Feeling like the Vicar of a little land |
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That spans the length of this Afghan which is not below my knees |
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And I would make you breakfast with raspberries |
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And pick out the seeds, using nothing but my little fingers |
