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My clothes in all are starched, I gotta get out of my head so I can play a part I sit up at the front row, I get discarded like a dead fishes bowl. Low to the boat and I'm sinking deeper in it. Swear my mind could implode at any minute. I know that you feel at a pause. I won’t try to tell you that you don’t have cause Inside, I'm all bent up and washed Outside, it's about the same with a deathly cough. When we were young we we’re picking fights with cops Now I’m sitting alone in a parking lot Bloody river take the south shoreline I got a hole in my soul but it's fine I want to kill I want to stick My body to thе white house get fеw jabs in Popping off my jaw So you can hear my heart a beating from my hole on a call Inside, I'm all bent up and washed Outside, it's about the same with a deathly cough. When we were young we, we’re picking fights with cops Now I’m sitting alone in a parking lot Now I’m sitting alone in a parking lot sitting alone in a parking lot sitting alone in a parking lot
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