الكلمات الأصلية
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Groceries now cost a liver
Take away tastes bad
I’d rather rest my tired bones
And stay at home
Monologues with teeth that shiver
Drown me in this dirty river
Coughing blood from all these
Opportunities
And everyone I know
Is busy wasting their life’s
I'm the one to talk I know
And every other day
I'm waiting for the weekend
Cut me up and sell me while I'm fresh
Ready to go behind of what is left
I take the bitter pill
I always liked how it feels
How it feels
