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Why Is My Sleeping Bag A Ghetto Muppet?

Chin Up Chin Up

your treadmill gaze forms wallpaper trifectas
i'm bore torn-worn and want country-western lust
our mouths are bigger than our feet
yeah our mouths are bigger than our feet
drywall dust breaks the pace of the cpr finals
there's a place that looks like that and it'll have to find us
there's no sympathy in a blowout
there's no sympathy in a blowout
and you can go home but i can't go home