Tonight the drunks are infected, we're on our way
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As if they drop by to see me u-n-i-n-v-i-t-e-d
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And I am a walflower, maybe a better father
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This is a job
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For seconds I miss the Bentleys
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Today maybe they'll call,
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You describe every prison you pass through them all
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Then he asked you for your head and I vowed to burn your bed
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Try to pretend, but this is your life,
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somehow, it feels right
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I'm calling this evolution, I'm falling for institution
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Warm submission enveloping you
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Tomorrow I'll survive the questions
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Knives buried with cold indifference
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My world is true rendered by you
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Here they come again, I could never find the words
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So I disguised them in verse
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Until it comes out dumb and wrong,
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The simplest song, if you sing along
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Violet
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| Bad Astronaut |
