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[Verse 1] |
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Recite his ego |
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To fall through a phone |
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It's narrow, doubt the wire |
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Boiling to the bone |
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Press it more he won't confess |
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Remember cool and nodding, Jess |
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Mind the merchant not the buyer |
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Can this cord be cut, Jess? |
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[Chorus] |
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Will it end this way? |
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Will it end this way? |
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Will the epitaph say... |
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[Verse 2] |
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Nausea keep it down |
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Disgusted, don't know how |
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A jerk dressed up in a gentleman's clothes |
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Just older, uptight now |
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As a patient, he's compelled |
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A desire to be found |
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Just returning to himself |
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He's been eating like a cow |
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[Chorus] |
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Will it end this way? |
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Will it end this way? |
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Will the epitaph say |
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Oh... "Insufferable"? |
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[Verse 3] |
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A distance which persists |
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And choose our roots to grow |
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When the factory shuts down |
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Let the boy go home |
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Let the boy go home |
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Repeat it conceit with no concept the feeling |
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Your minds been point interrogate |
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To read his point, retold, repeating |
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[Chorus] |
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Will it end this way? |
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Will it end this way? |
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Will the epitaph say |
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"Insufferable" |
