You're gonna talk through this
and not care.
I know you're gonna talk through this
and not care.
Someone turn up the heat
it's so cold in here.
Someone bring me some meat
tastes like ozone and beer.
I know.
You came to me and told me about your friends
You take a week,
a pinch of sleet,
and you slip on the ice again.
I know.
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