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dying of laughter
all those – dye jobs
huh
let me figure it out
I’m dying of laughter
let me figure it out
I feel it so a
uh
uh
uh
music tastes
make food
kill time
or what’s that sound

once the motor kicks in
I’ll take time in a basket
to the baby I bore
where did I bore
what was I born with

give me some time
and some old bread
and I’ll be polite
for a few more hard
heats
years
running hard

oh I still write about you
don’t you know
just i stay up
and wake up
early
with a stiff neck