Something broke, my elastic snapped.
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I'm splitting from the rigging of my ribs.
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Nice shirt, nice eyes,
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They match perfectly,
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But nothing should be perfect today.
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I'm kicking up the dirt, Baby if I burst,
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Then bury me and write my epitaph.
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If this is it.
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A warm safe place today, won't fix a thing.
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I huffed and puffed and blew the whole
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Place down.
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I'm underneath this temporary disease.
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There is no patron saint of days like these.
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I'm kicking up the dirt, Baby if I burst,
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Then bury me and write my epitaph.
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If this is it.
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Bury me and write my epitaph
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If This Is It
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| Vega 4 |
