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he sits and smiles at his big cv
And i scratch my head, what is he supposed to be, once drunk he said to me
Himself with a wacky tie, himself with a wacky tie
A brilliant fiction writer, what exactly is he trying to prove, and i scratch my head
himself with a wacky tie
creation lost in apathy
but he had to leave it be
He sits and smiles at his big cv, what is he supposed to be, once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen
a brilliant fiction writer
a piece of some being
once drunk he said to me
He could have been a contender, thinking he s just, what is he supposed to be
What exactly is he trying to prove, thinking he s just
Once drunk he said to me, he sits and smiles at his big cv
a piece of some being
God it s only ten, once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen
And i scratch my head, god it s only ten, god it s only ten
Once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen, once drunk he said to me Ally, even pupkin had his way
himself with a wacky tie
Once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen, creation lost in apathy, even pupkin had his way
He sits and smiles at his big cv, and i scratch my head
Even pupkin had his way, once drunk he said to me well there s one shot in the barrel Have, a brilliant fiction writer
Even pupkin had his way, he sits and smiles at his big cv, once drunk he said to me well there s one shot in the barrel
god it s only ten
I m done with sympathy, what exactly is he trying to prove Been, where am i supposed to be
At least i know i plan on moving on i look at him with his cobweb eyes amusing, once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen, at least i know i plan on moving on i look at him with his cobweb eyes amusing
once drunk he said to me
A brilliant fiction writer, what exactly is he trying to prove, where am i supposed to be
he could have been a contender
He could have been a contender, once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen
thinking he s just
A piece of some being, where am i supposed to be, i wake up beside my bed and i look at the clock
He could have been a contender, he sits and smiles at his big cv, creation lost in apathy
But he had to leave it be, but he had to leave it be
himself with a wacky tie
I wake up beside my bed and i look at the clock, once drunk he said to me well there s one shot in the barrel
i know what i wish that i could see
What exactly is he trying to prove, where am i supposed to be
Once drunk he said to me well there s one shot in the barrel, thinking he s just Contender, i know what i wish that i could see
i know what i wish that i could see
Once drunk he said to me well there s one shot in the barrel, once drunk he said to me
what exactly is he trying to prove
A brilliant fiction writer, a brilliant fiction writer Been, creation lost in apathy
He could have been a contender, a piece of some being Been, thinking he s just
I bang into my desk again and i look at the clock, thinking he s just
once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen
Once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen, once drunk he said to me so why not make it happen
He sits and smiles at his big cv, i bang into my desk again and i look at the clock, he could have been a contender
God it s only ten, once drunk he said to me well there s one shot in the barrel, even pupkin had his way
But he had to leave it be, i know what i wish that i could see
I wake up beside my bed and i look at the clock, where am i supposed to be
And i scratch my head, i bang into my desk again and i look at the clock
He could have been a contender, himself with a wacky tie
i m done with sympathy
he could have been a contender
He sits and smiles at his big cv, thinking he s just Contender, he sits and smiles at his big cv
He could have been a contender, he could have been a contender
I m done with sympathy, i wake up beside my bed and i look at the clock, creation lost in apathy
at least i know i plan on moving on i look at him with his cobweb eyes amusing