I wish I could edit the sounds off of your last spin in this
we could count the old times make believing only logical harm
we could count the old lines make believing that nothing else will change
well she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad
she can read she can read she can read she's bad
oh she's bad
but itÕs slippery now
that IÕm poor and aging
IÕll never see this face again
you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
we could find new ways of living make believing only logical harm
we could talk the old times play making and nothing else will change
but she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad
she can read she can read she can read she's bad
oh she's bad
but itÕs slippery now
that IÕm poor and aging
IÕll never see this place again
you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
it's in the way that she pulls it
it's in the things that she puts in my hair
her stories are boring and stuff
sheÕs always calling my bluff
she puts the she puts the waste into my little heart
and she gets in my room and she takes it apart
oh she puts the waste into my little heart
I say she puts the waste into my little heart
she passed away
itÕs in the way that you are
heaven is every night
she puts the waste in my heart
she puts the she puts the waste into my little heart
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