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Rip me to pieces
And leave me for death
I'll still find A way to keep feeding my head
Becasue It's one for the money
Two for the show
Three for every lap that Dale senior stole!

Call it neurosis or call It a gift
I'll never stop working, creating
Existing is music and music is it
I'll never stop working
I'll always exist, I will

I am who I am

Grocery stores, I fuckin hate em
Too many lines, too little patience
But I'm not gonna order my shit on the internet
I'm gonna go
Because the internet already gets enough of my time

Tick, tick, tick, goes the clock on the wall
Telling me I'm gonna be late
For what?
For fucking what?

Sit still
You can get it in the moring
Sit still
Might meet someone you like
Sit still
I'm giving you one warning
You might never come back to this reality

I don't want to go
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
I don't want to go

We might all be
We might all be dancers ladies and gentleman



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Presson
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