you paint yourself white
and fill up with noise
but there'll be something missing.
Or maybe this song.
a heart that's full up like a landfill
a job that slowly kills you
bruises that won't heal
you look so tired, unhappy
bring down the government
they don't, they don't speak for us
a job that slowly kills you
bruises that won't heal
you look so tired, unhappy
bring down the government
they don't, they don't speak for us
Or maybe favorites are hard to choose.
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