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lyrics

You said the flow wasn't right then,
From every fan to the air vents.
Accosted time, you lose your stride and
Blame it all on conscience.

With one touch you cried 'cause your soul implied
That this hark, it really wasn't your way.
And on the crutch of sad, said you want it really bad,
But your heart, it got you out by Thursday.

With a laugh now I can see the pain design,
It's sorting out the rest, trying to be the best,
But they're stuck in hell.

Would it happen if they could invade your kind?
You're shouting at the deaf, fuck your troubles clef,
Promise you won't tell?

They want the happy ending,
An order we all pursue.
But even claimed, the time keeps sending,
We either die or continue.

Mile high club's fun, but when said and done,
It's a mark, a bucket-listed moment.
And the child sucks fun, turned to social nuns.
You're a nark, nothing but a torment.

The back hurts, well that's the way it works,
You can take five for breathing.
Take two more, then pedal to the floor
'Cause the boss man will be seething.

Play with hey all day, turn to gold it may.
Do what's right, pretend that you have virtue.
But when the sun goes down,
Well the love will drown,
Because it's night -- get home before the curfew.

On a mission that nobody offered you,
You're passing out the test, at your own behest,
Acting like you've won.

Never tell them what it is you're trying to do,
Just let them know they're wrong, put it in a song,
Dust your hands it's done.

About what you said: completely disagree.
Let me tell you a story,
I do this everyday,
Another xanax, please!

About what you read, I'd rather you not see.
Because it's really boring,
No matter what you say.
Another xanax, please!

Please take the message kindly,
Don't stir the pot now.
Take time to make this friendly,
You know I know you know how.

When the semblants say
It's the first of May,
Gather round, it's time to shed your own blood.
This is lovesick stealth,
Ain't no branch of health,
It's unfound, a necrophillic-prone dud.

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from stutterboy, released April 20, 2021

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