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Saturday Hole
02:07
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Happy to See You
01:37
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You've a knife for every slight
I regret being born
Sorry for being too passive, bye
I won't apologize anymore
Happy to see you
Even though you're mean
I thrill to see your smile
As you kick my teeth
I know that I can be quite a bore
I don't have any traumas to dump
My childhood was cozy and warm
Which means I don't know how to have fun
Happy to see you
Even though you're mean
I thrill to see your smile
As you kick my teeth
Happy to see you
I know that makes me weird
But I want to see your face
As you spank my rear
You've a knife for every slight
I regret being born
Sorry for being too passive, bye
I won't apologize anymore
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Taking time to say I know
This is your poop bag
Don't you know it's rude to drop your trash
Into your neighbors' cans
There goes Lisa for her run
Her spandex whisks her sweat
She travels just to be dumped
By another foreign boyfriend
Brian, it's time to trim the tree
I'm tired of raking leaves
And when Ken's gone his bastard son
Brings his friends and RVs
The Californians never shut up
I can hear them from over here
They're not even from California
But I don't care
And there is Rumpelstiltskin next door
Who's always screaming about something
Who even knows?
He says he has like a praying mantis sanctuary
But really it's just a lot of weeds
Brian, it's time to trim the tree
I'm tired of raking leaves
And when Ken's gone his bastard son
Brings his friends and RVs
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C'mon you've just sent me
300 stupid memes
Putting you off until tomorrow
This isn't the way to be
Cat-fishing in your stories
I can't bear to see your ass one more time
C'mon you've just sent me
300 stupid memes
I'm tired of glowing screens
Horoscopes mean nothing
I can't bear to see your ass one more time
Please don't share with me
Your insipid poetry
Try to find some space
So you can wait another day
I'll cast away
Into my inner Milky Way
Try to find some space
So you can wait another day
I'll cast away
Into my inner Milky Way
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Sand, sun, and lots of nuns
Frolicking in the surf and the sun
They too can have some fun
Eating their hotdogs
While reading their psalms
They are surfing the waves
After all this is the Lord's day
Sand, sun, and lots of nuns
Frolicking in the surf and the sun
Sand, sun, and lots of nuns
Sister Stacy has just won
Playing volleyball one on one
While holding the Bible and hamburger bun
They are surfing the waves
After all this is the Lord's day
Sand, sun, and lots of nuns
Frolicking in the surf and the sun
Sister Mary did you bring
A silly romance book to read?
Sister, c'mon now
You should be
Reciting deuteronomy
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6. |
Faking I'm Human
01:27
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It's not to say you are goner
But things are astray
Only make you stronger
It's a piece of cake
To not be awkward
To say some things
Move small talk onward
Go with the flow, drink some juice
Keep your head down low
I'm faking I'm human too
So just what I do
I won't pretend
That it's all so easy
You'll fuck up
Make yourself queasy
Don't be corrupt
Just eat some pizza
Then go pet a pet chihuahua
Go with the flow, drink some juice
Keep your head down low
I'm faking I'm human too
So just what I do
Go with flow, don't be obtuse
Keep your head down low
I'm faking I'm human too
So just what I do
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slowlyfaintly Portland, Oregon
Inmate Casey White and Assistant County Director of Corrections Vicky White. They are not related, but both white. And disappeared Friday night.
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