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Evil Spawn
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Waxahatchee
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Take my money, I don't work that hard I fall asleep in the beating heart Of a dying breed peddling some lost art Watch it fade, watch it fall apart You let me go on and on In the tall grass of a con The prestige of some evil spawn Well, I guess that's yours to settle on But there ain't nothing to it, babe We can roll around in the disarray In the final act of the good old days Ooh What you're holding so close calls you by name What you thought was enough now seems insane If we stand out in some wild city street Dodging every car, every thief, and disease Catching tiny crumbs in the heartless breeze Say we're tough as nails, say we're both naive You let me fill every room Wax poetic and presume Your principles ripen into a fragile tomb Watch it split in two What you do and you say sustain harmony What you thought was enough Well, it works for me [MJ Lenderman] There ain't nothing to it, babe We can roll around in the disarray In the final act of the good old days In the final act of the good old days Ooh Good old days Ooh Good old days Ooh Good old days Ooh Good old
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