definitely this is the wrong place to be there`s blood on the futon there`s a kid drinking fire going down to the sea they got people to meet shaking hands with themselves looking out for themselves
when they ask you for credit give them a branch when they want you to get it chew on the grass I know I know `cause they told me to tell you there`s nothing to tell you there`s nothing to sell you
in the afternoon riding the scapegoat burning equipment decomposing cool off your jets take off your sweats I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife
when they want you to cry leap into the sky when they suck your mind like a pigeon you`ll fly I know i know it`s the positive people running from their time looking for some feeling
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