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he'll only attack when provoked
only annoying when he smokes
but I don't have time for that shit anymore
never had the time before
and each day just blends into the next
all montage gauze and dream sequence
but I can't leave the party yet
to go and join the Sunday set
oh oh
unwashed sheets, swisher sweets
whiskey neat and TV
a sordid scene to save my soul
or to be the death of me
so I sink into the silence the child's mind, the step by steps
dream the dreams I always dreamt but I still wake up at the end
oh oh
last night I had a dream
that I was a wake but you were the one sleeping
and I don't know what that means
or if it means anything
and each day just leans into the next
we're slouching towards some Bethlehem
read that in a book I guess
I live it now as I exist
oh oh
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