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 You may think that it's funny nowThat I got a headache like a shop vac coughin' dust bunnies
 It's hard to see when it's all red
 And all you hear are just white noises
 This little one she's a delicate creature
 No safety features to hold her down
 Girl you've been running on all cylinders
 Pulling the yard and cutting hard
 But no they won't find us lying down on the ground
 And it ain't at the bar where I am or you are
 We'll take a puff on a cigarette and see what we get
 An invigorating fix and a black lung
 Don't know much about history
 Don't know much about the shape I'm in
 There ain't no manual to our minds
 We're always looking baby all the time
 But no we won't find it rolling around on the ground
 And it ain't at the bar where I am, where you are
 I took a puff on a cigarette, saw what I get
 An invigorating fix and a black lung
 You think you're tired, put your face in my place
 We swap faces and I see you're tired
 It's hard to think with a squashed brain and
 Let's hope that don't leave a permanent stain
 How can you talk over all that racket
 What's there to feel but totally whacked
 But we don't got time to wallow around in it
 Though it don't look so far away from where we are
 I wanna put out the cigarette and leave it behind
 Hold you real close, take you by the hand
 We'll walk away
 Walk away
 
 
		
		
	
 
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