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Head down
Turn this page gray
To practice what it's like to be living with a hunchback from my posture

How long will it take
For my teeth to turn brown and decay

Tell me how you feel
Lost and can't breath in
We can't escape anywhere
Peel your eyes away

Say my name
I've been keen to be
Cut by you
Held, it's true

And I can't deny
That this has been on my mind
So I'm waiting
And I'm waiting

Crawling through the cords
I see a man who walks with his spine
Towards the ceiling

He tells me to smile
And be free
But all the flowers are staring at me
So there's still a sour taste to it all



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Chiu
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