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“You’re good for a while
But the taste gets bitter
Always stoned in the meantime
Drowning in the liquor
Because you’re good for a while
But the bed always breaks
Full of snakes that slithered from the tile
And the faucet always leaks
I’d like to live between your sheets
Where comfort hides the lies
Practice the plastic piano
Pretend to make a song
Reevaluate the motives behind loving
The image of me
You’re good for a while
Listen to the music high
It’s incredible, only on your side
Cry.. cry... cry
I can tell you that the feeling
Seeps through the walls
Dirty ceiling peeling
It makes your skin crawl
Not from the paint
Nor the dirty window panes,
You’re good for a while
But the taste gets bitter”
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