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every sick, fickle fucker
childhood's what makes ya...
till they treat ya like tundra.
weigh those opinions more like air than lead.
every planned occupation
surefire disappointment up ahead...
till they treat ya like desert.
see mirages of friendships, face turns red.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT
here's the soon to be anchor.
build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere.
every governor's mother knows
that their bread is buttered by Sam.
and what about science?
they find proof and let you make your own decisions.
every childstar wonders if they have a future up ahead.
every kindhearted banker...
i don't think there is one.
every winning opinion
stand on platforms in water
filling jars full of silence, you'll get nowhere.
childhood's what makes ya...
till they treat ya like tundra.
weigh those opinions more like air than lead.
every planned occupation
surefire disappointment up ahead...
till they treat ya like desert.
see mirages of friendships, face turns red.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT
here's the soon to be anchor.
build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere.
every governor's mother knows
that their bread is buttered by Sam.
and what about science?
they find proof and let you make your own decisions.
every childstar wonders if they have a future up ahead.
every kindhearted banker...
i don't think there is one.
every winning opinion
stand on platforms in water
filling jars full of silence, you'll get nowhere.