Music: Miss Black America
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Lyrics: Seymour Glass
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Currently unreleased
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My ambitions all used to mean so much to me
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I threw myself into everything face-first
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A darling bud of atropine
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I dedicated my small life to trying not to fall
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Into the habit of dying
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Twice
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Twice as thick
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As the shit I'm full of
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Twice
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Twice as thick
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As the shit I'm full of
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Steadfast and secure
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And feeling myself atrophy
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"Lean into it"
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The cancer for the cure,
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The killer is this apathy
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While tiptoeing round expensive quicksand,
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We will fall into the habit of dying
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Twice
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Twice as thick
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As the shit I'm full of
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Twice
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Twice as thick
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As the shit I'm full of
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No situation here
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No situation here
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No situation here
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No situ
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No situation here
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No situation here
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No situation here
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No situ
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No situation here
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No situation here
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No situation here
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No
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No.
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Habit Of Dying
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Miss Black America |