It's everything you thought they'd, like
Just a wake of strangled stars and, stripes
You're a paper head on a backbone of fire
Always a sleep, would never, tire.
Such a social harm
You can wrap it up
It takes too much to hide
In your afterlife.
We watch the crushing sky till three
On the radio they found your, keys
So super dazed by what you carry
And furious trends brighten, berry
But you can't think straight
You-can't think, straight.
Such a social harm
You can wrap it up
It takes too much to hide
Until the afterlife.

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