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Looking for the buttercups, and I wonât say too much,
And then it comes a new disease and I wonât let it grow,
But how many roads have you used for gold?
Another race, another speed, so donât hold back,
Sixteen little seconds, and you wonât stop running round the track,
Forgive me because I canât leave,
Oh uh oh, where do we go?
And how long will it take to slow?
Before we slide.
Butterflies and picklebums, and I really couldnât give a fuck,
Am I close to treatment, or can I now go out in the rain?
Who will see with me, that weâll never ever leave this pool?
Oh uh oh, where do we go?
And how long will it take to slow?
Before we slide.
I have to say, that itâs not too late,
I have to say, you can never help out too late,
I must explain, that itâs all sober now,
Choked water is now all squirting out,
Pile it up and sit on it next week,
Because we all live our lives together; in the bleak.