Your X-Rays Have Just Come Back From The Lab And We Think We Know What Your Problem Is
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Maybe some day we’ll meet again when our two roads hit the same dead end
And oh, I’m counting the days
You’ve got something that I’ve never since seen, a willing heart and a part that’s clean
We’re both good at counting days
With an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition
You come here hungry, wearing naked ambition
Hysterical to meet you
Can you get me in?
I got three years tied to the mast of this town, she's a handsome ship but I’m going down
And oh, she ain't coming with me
There’s a time to fight and a time to get out, you’ll fight 'til we’re all knocked out
And oh, I keep counting teeth
Everyone's an artist with a pristine vision
Cellular intelligencer, a fire in her kitchen
Too many chefs on dope
And the rich don’t listen
I am the rabbit
Wrapped in panic actor
Bag in a tree, you will outlast the cast and me
I gotta get some release
It’s up or out and the ladders on fire
She greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky
Surviving the insult day to day, they give you the insult to make it go away
And oh, what can I say?
I got a wine-swept smile and a well-timed mile, I've been running since I heard they’d sooner see us die
Than oh, come and die next to us
Up to her knees, men keep hitting
White suits fuck like bad television
Latest simple angel
Come die next to me
I am a shifting shape
A wire walker
Coked with the hopes of happy ever after
I came to trial out of style
But I got my eye on a country mile
Where the people you know are the ones you like
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