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Shut out, pimpled and angry I quietly tied all my guts into knots Gave up on trying to make 'em I figured it'd take 'em too long to look up And besides It was undeniably clear to me I don't know why When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters I knew the worthless dregs we've always been Lucked out, found my favorite record Lying in wait at the Birmingham mall The songs that I heard The occasional book were the only fun I ever took And I got on with making myself Yeah, the trick is just making yourself But when they're parking their cars on your chest You still got a view of the summer sky To make it hurt twice when your restless body Caves to its whims And suddenly struggles to take flight Three thousand miles northeast I left all my friends at the morning bus stop Shaking their heads 'What kinda life you dream of? You're allergic to love' Yes I know, but I must say in my own defense
It's been undeniably dear to me I don't know why When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters I knew the worthless dregs we are The selfless loving saints we are The melting sliding dice we've always been
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